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After merely stalking the darkened woods near the wall, Rhysand finds himself utterly and irrevocably falling for an untamed beast— a Grimm.

Note: This takes place in the same time of ACOTAR during Feryes life in spring court and is told in the readers pov. It is also heavily influenced by “Work song” by Hozier. This story will be separated into three parts. I would love to hear your feedback!

For two months, I dwell and stalked the unknown thicket of Pryrthian, keeping my shape as protection and comfort. A beast, they would say. They would whisper to each other as they passed the border of villages and the consuming darkness, telling stories to their babes about a demon wolf kidnapping and swallowing young fae. An Old wives tale.

I took the form of a Grimm. A overly large wolf with midnight fur painted from the darkest pits of the mountain. It’s who I was. The blood that ran through my veins and ateries, thickened with dark magic, can be traced to the beginning of this world. To the cauldron.

I used to hate this form. But considering my situation and the blood soaked terror that swept across the land, it was safer for my family and I to remain hidden. Being a high fae with unknowing powers to society was dangerous.

Especially in these parts.

I prowled the dark trees, snow crunching beneath the enormous paws that I’ve grown accustomed to. Narrowing my line of sight as I kept my guard up. Something, someone, was watching.

I whipped my head around, releasing a low growl to anything near, baring a row of Snow White jaws as a warning. A cloud of black, shimmery mist flooded the area around me, stinging my sensitive nose. A figure appeared beneath it. Bat like wings that shone in the moonlight spread out behind. A man- no- a high fae; A high lord; with blue black hair and a look of curiosity spread across his golden skin. It was intoxicating.

“Hello, you.” He purred, keeping his hands in the pockets of his black, silk pants.

He cocked his head to the side, flashing a soft, inviting smile. He was handsome, breathtaking. It was so long since I had seen someone who was the same as me. An icy hand slid against my spine, making me tuck my tail between my legs and back up slowly.

He inched forward as I moved, wanting to know more. “You’re.. interesting.” He began, “I knew something roamed these woods. But a high fae? Interesting..”

How.. how did he know?

Claws burned into my thoughts as I yelped in pain. They invaded every thought and memory I saved locked up and untouched. They tore at my mind. Finding a way to make me, force me, to change to my normal state. I fought the urge, pushing him out with all my might. The more I resisted, the more the pain grew. It shocked every nerve within my body.

“Don’t fight it.” He cooed, kneeling before me.

Before I could throw myself at him, I was engulfed in pain and darkness. The high fae disappeared as I blacked out at the stimulation.

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I woke up amidst a midnight blue chamber. A bedroom. It was bigger than my eyes could focus on. Antique dark furniture lined the blue walls around me. The bed I laid in was big enough for at least five faeries. The black silk sheets engulfed my naked, cold body; and a large, iridescent mirror was plastered to the ceiling above. I saw myself.

I stared at my reflection. It has been months since i remembered what I looked like. My skin was glowing, shimmering in the dawn light. My h/c hair, outgrown and covering my bare breasts was softer than I imagined. And my eyes, those e/c orbs that was the only barrier between my true self and the beast before me, hard and tired. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I vaguely remember what happened before I blacked out. But the thought of how I even managed to find a place like this roamed my mind. If only I could-

“You’re awake.”

I whipped my head to the side. A familiar voice. A voice I remember. The same male from the night before leaned against the door frame, the black mist fading away from him. “It was about time too. I figured I went too far.”

“Where am i?” I asked sternly, my voice hoarse. “I demand you to tell me.” I pulled the black sheets up to my chest, shielding me.

“You demand me? Not a ‘good morning’ or a greeting?” He chuckled. He moved to the foot of the bed, and I pushed myself back against the headboard. I stared him down, waiting for an answer.

“You’re in my house,” he began. “My room.” He ran his hand through his black hair, letting it fall to the side. “It’s been centuries since I saw your family last. I assumed your kind died out as Amarantha invaded these lands. But here you are..”

“Why did you bring me here?” I growled. Prick.

He walked towards the wardrobe that sat at the right corner of the room. The doors groaned as he opened them. His back turned to me, I shifted my way of off the bed, still clutching the sheet to keep me modest. I backed up against the wall.

“It is normal for a high fae to shift into whatever their magic forms them into.” He fumbled between a few outfits, biting his lip as he studied the fabrics. “But the Grimm is rare. A Grimm with black magic coursing through their lineage. It’s dangerous for you to be out there alone.”

He turned back to me. That same, feline smile spread across his full lips. He placed an outfit on the bed. “Get yourself cleaned up and meet me in the dining room. I’ll be waiting.”

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After bathing the months of the forest off of my body, I dressed myself in the outfit he picked for me. It was a sky blue top that rode against my mid drift, and cream colored trousers that melted to my curves. The shoes were satin and lined with the finest cotton on the inside. I brushed out my wet hair and pinned it into a low bun, allowing a few strands to fall instinctively.

As I hesitantly finished dressing myself, a tether pulled me from my core, coaxing me the way down the dark corridors of the unfamiliar manor. It ignited a flame inside me, a personal feeling I once felt before.

I slipped out of the bedroom, following the invisible string and gulping at the thought of who I’d meet at the end of it. When I reached the Crystal dining room, there he was. Sitting in a chair at the end of the table, his back towards the large window that spread out against the mountains. He placed his lips against the rim of his goblet, eyeing me as he sipped on his drink.

“You look ravishingly delicious.” He muttered. I furrowed my brow.

“Who are you?”

He placed his cup in front of him, shifting in his chair gesturing me over. “Sit.” He demanded.

I gulped, slowly walking over to an empty chair across from him. I gripped the arms of the chair, digging my nails into the dark wood. We stared at each other in silence, a look of amusement crept onto that annoying smile of his. “Are you going to answer my question?”

“Eat something. You must be hungry.”

“Not until you tell me why. Why you invaded my mind and brought me here.” I snarled. “Who. Are. You?”

The legs of his chair scrapped against the stone floor as it moved behind him. The male appeared beside me before I could blink. Placing his thumb against my chin, he leaned down, his violet eyes bonding with mine.

This is going to keep me up I swear 😳

Nobody screams more desperate and pathetic than virgin!satoru does.. he’d practically beg you to sleep with him. Forgetting the fact that It wasn’t his first time with you, it was his first time in general. The only experience he had prior was touching himself often at the thought of you.

Satoru would be so impatient. He’d grind against your clothed pussy helplessly overstimulated and impatient. He’d press hard, inexperienced kisses on your lips, pawing at your bare breasts and latching on them soon after. He’d toy your nipple with his tongue, still rutting up against you with no rhythm.

“You want inside, pretty boy?” You’d tease, making him absolutely melt beneath you. He’d struggle to find the right words to respond with, muttering and whining as you wrapped a soft hand around his angry cock.

“nghh~ yes plea~ah!” he would moan as you slipped him inside until you were practically sitting on him. You’d bounce against him, feeling him twitch with each stroke. Wet slapping noises filled the room, making his porcelain pale face deepen with color. You’d shove your breast into his mouth again, watching him sloppily suck on it with glossed over eyes.

“Mhmm mommy~ like that I’m gonna-fuck!”

I haven’t yet but I can just imagine how he is when you’re Kyojuro’s partner.

Senjuro would constantly ask when you’re coming over so he could ramble on about his entire day to you. No words could express how excited he would get knowing his 2nd favorite person was coming over.

Senjuro would request to sit by you during mealtimes. One of the reasons being just so he could get on his older brothers nerves. If anything, he’d squeeze his way in between you two just for the fun of it, sticking out his tongue at his brothers remarks and making sure you got first pick out of everything (both Kyojuro and Shinjuro cannot stand it).

Senjuro would stand up for you out of kindness when Kyojuro would playfully tease you. He’s too blinded by his little “crush” phase to understand that his brother is joking. He’d get all red faced and serious, demanding that his brother treat you with respect (which makes Kyojuro laugh even more).

Human Muzan loves it when he catches you grinding against your pillow at night in hopes to inch an orgasm out of yourself.

He loves it when you bounce on top of him until he’s balls deep and you’re squirming from overstimulation.

He loves it when you guys almost get caught. He’ll play it off like he’s busy by himself to ease your anxiety. Then he’ll downright expose you just for the fun of it.

He loves it when he teases you, edging you of your climax until you’re a blabbering, pleading mess. He just so rude.

He loves it when he comes inside of you. Due to his illness making him sterile, the thought of him filling you up at any chance he could get makes him go crazy. You should thank him for making you full.

He loves it when you promise him that you’ll never touch another man besides him. He’s soooo toxic he’ll manipulate you into thinking you’re the one in the wrong and fucking him is the only acceptable form of an apology.

Ace couldn’t control himself out of sheer enjoyment.

Warnings: NSFW 18+, overstimulation, unprotected, praise/degradation kink, implied dom/sub relationship, vaginal.

“God- you’re so fucking tight.” Ace whines each time he engulfs every last inch of your soaking cunt. He missed being able to rut into you. And after being at sea for over a year, he couldn’t control himself. He had gone crazy without your pussy wrapped around his cock.

He pushed you hard into the mattress, letting your legs lock onto his bare hips. He slammed into you, cock pulsating at your strung out cries of ecstasy. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, baby~ that’s right…”

Ace would get lost in the rhythmic smack of his skin against yours, body shuddering as you grip around him with each thrust. He adores how you try to meet his pace, grinding yourself against him out of greed. He fucks you just how you like it. “That’s my girl.. keep fucking me like that..” every harsh press of his cock against your bruised walls was enough to make you shudder in your cadence.

With a free hand, he’d rub your clit with his thumb in circular motions. His eyes widened with euphoria as he watched you try to squirm away, uncontrollably moaning at the stimulation. He can’t help but to hold you still as he fucks into you, feeling you instantly reach your climax at the overstimulation.

Likes reverse cowgirl, stand and deliver, side by side, Eiffel Tower (..with tengen 💀) and anal.

Has a Jacob’s ladder piercing and likes it wayyy too much. He loves how it reaches spots you’ve never explored.

Wax and heat play… that’s all.

He absolutely lovesss eating you out… especially when you sit on his face. He can have his face between your thighs all day if he wanted to.

Vocal from start to finish. He can’t help himself and he knows his sweet melody turns you on even more.

He always makes sure you’re comfortable; asking if it feels right and not making the first move. Your pleasure is his top priority.

Will slap your face with it multiple times before you give him head. He has no shame at ALL.

Has a thing for edging and overstimulation. Seeing you tear up at the pleasure and desire to cum excited him even more. He will make sure when you finally finish that it leaves you shaking and knowing you’re his.