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King of Curses

A/N: a little Sukuna one-shot for my first ever post. :) I'm open to writing more if anyone has some requests. :)

Synopsis: reader and megumi find themselves trapped in sukuna's domain. Non-canon. No spoilers.

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, rape/non-con, blood, gore. this is pretty dark and if that triggers you do not read! 18+ readers only! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 8.2k

Blood. It was the first thing that assaulted my senses. The air was thick with it. The stench of it was enough to make my nose curl upwards in revulsion, my eyes immediately stinging and tearing up. I forced my eyes closed, blinking away the burning sensation to my best abilities. The next thing I noticed was the smell of death. It was everywhere, surrounding us from all sides, along with the piles of bones that littered the ground. This was Hell, I was so sure of it. The dread built up in my stomach, reminding me that we could easily become a pile of bones and rotting flesh if we were not cautious.

“Megumi.” I spoke out, my voice rumbling low with fear.

“I know.” The Sorcerer beside me glanced over, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I suppressed the bile that rose up in my throat as we pressed on. The ground was covered in a thick layer of blood and water, making it incredibly difficult to maneuver. I had stepped on more bones than I could count, nearly losing my footing in the process. I would have toppled over if it weren’t for Megumi, his thick arm draped over my shoulder, keeping me balanced.

“We need to get out of here. Whatever here even is.” My teeth gritted, almost enough to shatter them into pieces. Not only was it disgusting here, but it was frigid. My fingers could barely function, the chill I felt traveled all the way to my bones.

Megumi gave a slight nod, but remained silent, he was too focused on what was ahead of us. Which was nothing much but more fog, blood, and bones. He was limping beside me, blood coating whatever was left of his uniform and clinging to his face. His upper leg was bleeding badly. Megumi and I were able to hold our own, our bodies strengthened from years of training and combat, but it didn’t mean that we couldn’t bleed out. And I feared that he would bleed out before we got out of here.

I wasn’t in the best of shape either, my bicep had suffered a deep cut, not nearly as bad as his though. However, it hadn’t stopped bleeding since we were summoned here. Wherever here even was. My mental state was more damaged than anything, the fear slowly eating away at my senses.

“Gojo?” I asked, peering up at him through my disheveled hair. “Nobara?”

My mind drifted to Itadori when the names of my friends fell from my mouth, a frown forming across my lips as I thought of my best friend. A vessel to Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses. Itadori could no longer control him and in return, we all lost our friend for the time being, hopefully. My eyes stung with fresh tears at the thought of it, brimming over the bottom of my lashes. I shook my head. Itadori was strong. He was going to be okay. At least, I tried to convince myself every night.

“I don’t know. They might’ve made it somewhere safe. It seems like it’s only us here.” Megumi winced as he spoke, his ankle buckling beneath him and causing him to topple down in a heap. He cursed under his breath, his head hanging low, letting out an annoyed grumble.

“Megumi.” I dropped down to my knees beside him, the fabric of my skirt soaking up the crimson liquid, coating my thighs. “Let me wrap it at least.” My hands moved to cup his face, thumbing away the dry blood around his mouth.

He winced, squeezing his eyes shut in response. “That’s not important right now. I need to get you out of here.” He began to push himself off his knees, but buckled back down in the process.

“Just stop! Why do you always have to be so fucking difficult?” I shook my head in annoyance. My hands fiddled with the hem of my skirt, tearing a strip of fabric off. My eyebrows were pulled together in concentration as I began to wrap his wound, pausing and resuming when he gave a sharp exhale.

I knew that this wouldn’t be enough to completely stop the bleeding, but it was going to have to work for the time being. The navy fabric deepened in color as his blood pooled around it, soaking through it.

“You shouldn’t worry about me.” He scowled as I pulled him back up to his feet. This time, he was able to apply more pressure on it and gained more stability.

“Oh yeah? Then who will?” I rebutted, wiping my hands on my tattered uniform. I gave him a sideways glance, tempting him to try and say something else.

He fell silent at my words, allowing us to continue on our way. Even with the little strength he gained from my bandage, he still placed his arm around my shoulders, keeping me close to his side. Even by this slightest action, I felt a lot safer than a few moments ago. The warmth pooled around my stomach, tightening into knots. A small smile formed at the feeling, bringing me some sort of joy in this hell.

The further we walked, the stronger the smell of blood got, once again assaulting my nose. My lungs were struggling to gather enough oxygen, it felt as if the blood had coated itself inside of them, making it nearly impossible to get a full breath. I could tell Megumi was feeling the same. His labored breaths came out in short bursts from beside me, which had me worried.

I knew we were in a Domain of some kind, a rather large and dangerous one. The anxiety that I felt in my stomach had tripled, slowly eating away at my calm demeanor. I knew that Megumi was surely feeling the same, but he had not shown it. His attention was too focused on the unstable ground beneath his feet, occasionally glancing around us for precaution.

My eyes snapped forward when I finally shook off my dazed thoughts. The amount of bones had multiplied, seemingly appearing from nowhere. I swallowed hard, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. The space around us seemed to open up more, my eyes taking notice of a clearing up ahead. A large structure began making its way into my hazy vision, the daunting shadow sending a chill down my back. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to focus, unable to tell due to the distance and fog.

My attention was turned back onto Megumi, I heard him swear and proceed to stumble on the remnants of animals, or humans. I couldn’t tell. I knew that time was a pressing matter, and it wouldn’t be wise to drag him all the way there in his condition.

“I’m going to get a better look. You wait here, okay?” I shifted out of his hold, starting to jog in the direction of the unfamiliar structure.

“Y/N! Slow down! We don’t know what’s out there!” Megumi called after me.

I ignored his warnings, running faster. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, compelling my entire body to run. The mere thought of escaping this place was too much for my body to handle. I felt my lungs struggling to suck in the air that my body needed, but I didn’t care. Every breath I drew burned my throat, and every time I smelt the air, I wanted to puke.

The blood splashed around me as I pumped my legs faster, soaking into my shoes and nearly tripping me. I ignored it, continuing to press on while Megumi shouted after me. I gave him a sideways glance, noticing that he was struggling to keep up.

“Just wait there! I’ll be right back!” I yelled back, glancing over my shoulder. He had trailed far enough behind me that I didn’t hear the next words he shouted at me.

My attention returned as I neared the tower. My heart thumped against my ribs, numbing my senses with adrenaline. The air thickened, if that was even possible.

I was closer now, skidding to a stop as I craned my head back to look up. My eyes struggling to adjust due to all of the fog and darkness. I wiped them with the back of my hands, shaking my head in an attempt to alert my senses.

The haze left my vision, now able to process what was directly in front of me. This wasn’t a tower, building, or exit. It was a pile of bones. My stomach clenched and I covered my mouth, backing away slightly.

Skulls. Bones. Everywhere. This thing was made of them. There was even more littered on the floor. It towered sloppily, some were burnt, some were old, and some were fresh. I brought my hand up to my nose, which was now stinging with the stench of this place. I continued to back away from the base of it, my eyes following up the makeshift staircase, squinting as I noticed a chair of some sorts.

Oh, no.

This wasn’t just a tower of bones. This was a throne. A shrine.

My eyes widened at the realization, my heart thundering against my chest. “Megumi! Run! Don’t come over here!” I screamed, praying that he would hear me somehow. My mouth hung open in shock, desperately trying to find the words I needed.

Get out! Run! The voice at the back of my head screamed, but my body refused to listen.

My legs struggled to keep up with me as I cautiously backed up, feeling like they were filled with lead. As much as I wanted to turn around and run, I couldn't pull my gaze from the vileness of this all. My body buzzed with anxiety, tingling all over.

“What a little fool you are.” A voice behind spoke, my body jerked at the sound of it, stumbling around to face it. My vision swam at the quick action and I stumbled backwards, falling into the wet ground.

I flinched, my eyes staying glued on the ground around me, unable to find the courage to face that voice. When I refused to avert my eyes, I noticed a pair of sandals step towards me. I couldn’t find the courage to look up, knowing that if I did, I would be dead. The anxiety I felt manifested itself into pure and utter fear now, compelling my unrelenting body to move.

Slowly, I moved my eyes up and along the form that was dressed in white robes in front of me. My jaw slacked open, my hands planted beside me to keep me upright as I stared at the King of Curses himself. His red eyes bore into mine, a sinister smirk plastered across his marked face.

Sukuna. This imposter wore the skin of my best friend, but I found no comfort in being around him. I sucked in deeply as I stared back at him. He was bigger than Itadori, stronger, and faster. His body was taut with muscles, rippling beneath his robes. The black markings covered his face, the two slitted eyes shut tightly as he watched me. This wasn’t my best friend staring down at me, this was a monster. A monster that stood for everything that Itadori was against. Someone, something that stole the life of my best friend.

“A pretty little fool.” He mused, his eyes glimmering in the darkness.

A wash of anger flooded through me, a mixture of the pain I felt for Itadori and Sukuna’s condescending words.

“Sukuna.” I hissed. “Let Itadori go.” I demanded, surprising myself with my tone.

"I didn't give you permission to speak to me so informally now did I?" The king of curses tilted his head to the side to examine my frail body better.

"Let my friend go." I repeated, stubbornly fighting back.

Sukuna’s expression morphed into that of amusement, his back stretching to stand straighter. I, on the other hand, shifted back, leaning fully on my blood soaked palms. My heart raced, the panic beginning to set in, but all I could think of was Itadori.

“That little brat?” Sukuna remained planted where he stood, his hand coming up to his chin in faux consideration. “No, I don’t think I will.” His smile widened, displaying his unnaturally sharp teeth.

“Let him go and we won’t bother you ever again.” I gritted, shifting onto my feet now. The blood soaked through my uniform, clinging to my body and dripping down my bare thighs, which didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna. His eyes flicked down to my body for a moment, then moved back to my face.

He chuckled. “I have another idea. One you might enjoy more.”

The grip on my nerves was slipping, telling me that I should run, hide, and find Megumi. Sukuna made no move towards me, but his words frightened me. The threat behind that sentence was enough to make me break out into a sprint around him.

“Megumi!” I cried, my legs clumsily attempting to keep up with my pace.

He was on me before I could even think. His arms snaking around me, capturing and caging me against his body in a flash. I cried out, struggling in his vice like grip, squirming violently. His hands lingered on my torso, right beneath my breasts.

“We haven’t even begun, where are you running to?” Sukuna chuckled, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear. The blood rushed to the spot where his lips grazed ever so slightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to fathom what was happening. My head craned to the side, trying to avoid his hot mouth pressing into my ear. My back was flush against his chest, feeling his chest vibrate with another sinister laugh which got louder, and louder as I shuddered at the sound of it.

“Open your eyes. Your knight has arrived, little one.” He jeered, his warm breath tickling my cheek.

My eyes snapped open, despite their unwillingness to obey. My gaze fell upon Megumi, who was wide stanced a few feet away from us.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Sukuna whispered.

The urge to run kicked in again and I tried to dive towards him in a panic, but Sukuna’s grip was unrelenting, keeping me stuck to him. A cry left my chapped lips when he jostled me back against his chest, his fingers brushing over my breasts. The feeling of his fingers lingering over the material of my drenched uniform made me whimper, squirming in his grasp. A throaty groan that rumbled from his chest didn’t go unnoticed by me or Megumi, who’s stare hardened.

“Let her go.” Megumi made a move towards us, cautiously stepping towards the Curse that had me planted against him.

Sukuna barely moved when Megumi stepped forward, instead, I felt the sharp end of his nail press into the skin on my neck, stilling Megumi’s movements immediately. I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes pleading. Megumi was no match for Sukuna, the difference in their strength was incomparable.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt her.” He said, realization at the threat registering across his features. Sukuna’s pointed nail skimmed down the side of my neck, slowly making its way between my breasts.

“Whatever I want, huh? Then why don’t we make a deal? I’m sure we’ll come to an understanding we both enjoy.” Sukuna taunted, his hands trailing down the sides of my waist, his nails just barely brushing against my skin, making the threat known. If I tried to run, he’d gut me with his hands.

My mouth parted in disgust at his touch, slamming my eyes shut when I could no longer bear the look on Megumi’s face. Sukuna chuckled, enjoying the reaction he was pulling from Megumi, knowing he had struck a nerve by his actions.

“Stop this.” He demanded. “Let her go now.” Megumi’s eyes were blazing with anger, his fists were clenched at his sides. His calm exposure was slowly unraveling at the sight before him, my eyes remained focused at the ground.

“Are you deaf? Did you not hear what I just said, brat?” Sukuna shot back, annoyed with Megumi’s ignorance to his proposal.

“Hand her over and then we will talk.” Sukuna seemed to contemplate Megumi’s proposal, humming to himself in thought.

“Are you worried that I’m going to hurt her?” Sukuna nudged me slightly, his grip strengthening on my shaking body. I nearly stumble back from the slight push, his body keeping me upright when my legs start to shake.

I forced myself to take a deep breath, willing myself to stop the shaking.

My eyes met Megumi’s, his stare was hard, eyes glossy as he watched me. He was struggling to contain his anger, it was evident by the way he gritted his teeth when he spoke, and his rigid stance. I had rarely ever seen this side of him, and wished I never would again. My heart shattered as I noticed his bandage gone from his leg, fresh blood dripping down into the sea of dark liquid beneath us.

“Don’t make a deal with this bastard. Find a way out of here. I’ll be fine.” I broke my silence, pleading with him. Seeing him like this hurt a thousand times more than what Sukuna could do to me, or so I tried to convince myself.

“Hear that Sorcerer? She doesn’t want you here anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Sukuna laughed hard, the deep sound of it echoing loudly, temporarily deafening me.

His fingers lingered around the hem of my skirt, toying with the ripped material lazily. His head dipped down, pressing against the side of my cheek. I kept my eyes glued on Megumi, watching as his expression shifted to disgust and then back to anger in a flash.

To prevent Megumi from intervening, I spoke. “Let us both go and we will never bother you again.” I breathed deeply, flinching away from his touch.

Sukuna hummed once again in consideration, his head tilted into the soft flesh of my cheek. “Deal.” I could feel his smile against the side of my face, his attention returning to Megumi. His brows pulled in as he took a step towards us, as he waited for Sukuna to release me. Something flashed across his face that I barely noticed in time. It couldn’t have been from my expression, which remained blank. It had to be from Sukuna. He did something to make Megumi’s eyes widen.

“Wait, Y/N!” Megumi shouted, his words falling upon deaf ears.

My eyes squeezed shut, waiting to wake up from this nightmare, wanting to be back home to Gojo, Nobara and Megumi. I couldn’t stand another second of being in Sukuna’s presence. It was more overwhelming than I could have ever imagined. I prayed silently, my eyes closed firmly as I pleaded internally. My heart fluttered as I swayed slightly, the knot in my stomach slowly dissipating at the thought of being home.

I was met with silence. The suffocating feeling of Sukuna’s grip was gone. The air had become lighter, the oxygen finally making its way back into my lungs.

Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes slowly.

Blood. Bones. Once again filling my vision as the fear crept back into my system, paralyzing me in place. The room was spinning as my head snapped back and forth, my hands coming up to the sides of my head. No .

“You failed to clarify that I had to let you both go at the same time.” Sukuna sneered, the sound of his voice coming from an unknown location to me. My eyes searched frantically for Megumi, who was nowhere to be found. “Stupid girl.”

“Megumi!” I screamed, my voice cracking.

I stumbled backwards, turning on my heel and making a run for it. Tears blurred my vision as I ran through the thick fog, Sukuna’s laugh echoing in the distance, mocking me. I sobbed harder now, running blindly away from the voice that seemed to come from all directions. I wiped my eyes, the stinging sensation disrupting my vision as I slammed up against something hard.

I stumbled back, eyes widening when I met the gaze of Sukuna. His head was tilted to the side, staring at me through half lidded eyes, the thick muscles of his arms crossed over his chest. When I slammed into him, he barely flinched, watching me with amusement instead of annoyance. The look on his face was that of enjoyment, the curve of his lips silently telling me to try again.

And I did just that.

I retreated back, spinning on my feet and running in the opposite direction. The thickness of the fog once again lined my lungs, making my breaths come out in short gasps as I pumped my legs. The pool of blood beneath me splashed every time my feet slammed into it, staining my skin. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping me from passing out, it clouded my senses.

The air shifted, the haze that once filled my vision was replaced by the familiarity of that god awful shrine of bones. Confusion spread through me, I had been running in circles? No . He was controlling this. This was his own Domain, he had the power to do whatever he wanted.

“Have you finished, little one?” Sukuna’s voice was behind me again.

The hair on the back of my neck stood upright. The muscles in my body pulled tight, freezing me in place, my eyes widened as I began to understand. I turned my back to the bones, returning the heated gaze to Sukuna. His arms were crossed as he watched me with curiosity.

I took a small step back out of fear. Part of me wanted to step forwards and fight, but most of me wanted to keep as much distance between this curse and myself.

“What do you want from me?” The structure behind me provided very little comfort in this situation, knowing that I was caged in like an animal. Grimacing when I realized I had nowhere to go.

“Now isn’t that a dumb question from a dumb little sorcercer?” Sukuna laughs, loud and sharp and ear piercing, slicing through my confidence within seconds.

Before I could even react, he was on me. I found myself bent over a broken pedestal, folding in half at the waist. Sukuna’s hand molded against my lower back, keeping me pinned beneath him. A strangled cry left my throat at the sudden movement, barely even registering what he had done until it was too late to run.

“No!” A strangled cry flew from my lips, cutting through the heavy air.

Sukuna laughed, his hand placing more pressure against my back when I tried to buck forwards. The force he applied to my back made it harder to breathe, leaving me gasping and coughing for air. My hands planted against the side of the pedestal, trying to push my body upright and away. The smooth stone is a sharp contrast to the roughness of my palms, blood coating the insides of my nail beds.

“I’ve got you now, pet. There’s nowhere for you to run, no one to help you, no escaping . You’re all mine.” He says. A sick sense of fear builds up in my chest, my nails dig into the rock, attempting to wiggle away from him.

“Let go of me!”

“If you keep squirming like that, I’m going to start thinking you want this.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled from behind me, the sound of it sending a shock to my core.

Nothing came from my throat except a sharp cry, my face contorting in disgust as I futilely attempted to escape. The thought of me even enjoying this made me angry. There was no way. I would never. I could never. He just wanted a reaction out of me. He fed off them. My eyes enlarged when I felt Sukuna’s free hand touch the bottom of my skirt, the flimsy material acting as the only shield between his prying fingers and my inner thighs.

“Stop!” My shaky hands tried to find him, trying to detach his hands from my thighs. When that didn’t work, I clenched my thighs tightly together, preventing the access that he wanted. This did not seem to deter him, he snorted through his nose, and wedged his thigh between mine, parting them with ease.

Sukuna ignores me, his hands lifting my skirt, and his fingers proding against my underwear, testing the waters. I shivered, partially due to his cool fingers pressing against my core, and partially due to the fear growing inside my belly. I squirmed in his hold, earning nothing more than a snicker from him.

“Dry.” He says plainly. “Too bad for you, Megumi isn’t here to help you.” Sukuna sneered.

My face flushed with embarrassment, mixing with the anger and fear that was already present. My body jolted forwards against the stone when I felt his fingers hook beneath the fabric of my panties, ripping them to shreds with a small amount of force. His hand that held me down shifted, only for a moment, and only to flip me onto my back.

Half my body dipped off the structure, my legs spreading around his torso as he positioned himself closer to me. My teary eyes met with his lust filled ones, the look on his face was that of a demon. He was a demon after all. His lips pulled back into a smirk, his eyes focused on my face.

My thighs clenched around his body, attempting to keep him from moving any closer.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I wailed, nails digging into the skulls beneath me, trying to find the grip to pull myself away. My attempts remained futile, only doing so much as pushing the bones around.

Sukuna let out a sinister laugh. “Keep fighting me. It turns me on even more.”

His hands dug into the fleshy part of my thighs, spreading them further apart for him and ramming himself flush to my body. I let out a small whimper at the friction, his clothed erection meeting against the flesh of my pussy for a moment. His fingers dipped back down, my back arched upwards, trying to wiggle away.

I froze at the sudden feeling of his nail pressing into my cunt, not enough to hurt but enough to make me jump. I looked up at him through tear clumped lashes, my eyes widening. I swallowed back the sickness that threatened to make its way out of my throat, urging myself to keep it under control.

“I can make this hurt, or I can make this feel good, it’s your choice.” His words were like poison to my ears, embedding the fear further into my stomach. His nail still made its presence known, pressing deeper against my clit.

“Please.” It sounded more like a question, my eyes searched his amused face, trying to find some sort of trace of humility.

Sukuna smiled devilishly, bending down towards my stilled frame, and ignoring my pleas. The thick muscles of his back taking my focus, anything to distract myself. I twitched as his nail retracted and he rubbed gently, his thumb rolling in circles, building up the heat inside my core.

“Your body is reacting so deliciously to me.” He groaned.

I squirmed in his hold, turning my face away. “Please d-.”

“Don’t stop?” He chuckled.

Sukuna’s head dipped beside my neck, his tongue running along the side of it, leaving a wet, hot trail up to my ear. His breath was warm, a stark contrast to the cool air around us, so much so that I leaned into him. His fingers worked on the sensitive pearl, making me twitch every so often when he hit the right spot.

His tongue ran back down to my collar bone, leaving another wet trail. My hands planted themselves against his solid chest, pushing aimlessly against it. It rumbled beneath the tips of my fingers with another sick laugh of his.

“After I’m finished with you, no one will be able to satisfy you ever again.” He spoke.

Sukuna grunted, his hand leaving my pussy as he wrapped both arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around either side of him, out of fear of falling backwards. One arm wrapped tightly around my back, keeping me pressed into him, while the other ripped at the buttons of my top.

Each one popped open, exposing my chest, another shriek left my lips. My arms draped over the back of his shoulders, gripping onto him tightly for balance. With my shirt being ripped to shreds, this allowed Sukuna access to breasts, his head dipping down slowly. The heat of his mouth on my breast sent me into a frenzy of panic.

My back arched, my chest pressing into him. His mouth leaves trails of saliva along my chest, kissing all over my flushed skin. My blunt nails dug into his back, trying to cause him any sort of pain in hopes that he would back off. Sukuna barely flinched, instead he groaned at my actions.

His hips suddenly bucked forward, ramming his erection against my clit.

“Gah!” My mouth parted at the sudden feeling, my thighs clenched tighter around him, my hips grinding down against the feeling.

Sukuna’s mouth detached from my nipple, his eyes lazily flicking up to mine, looking at me with a knowing smile. My expression morphed into utter disgust at my body involuntarily reacting to him. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he moved his hips again, hitting that exact spot, this time harder and better.

A groan rumbled from the back of my throat, my head tilting back and my eyes squeezing shut. My hands clenched into his back, trying to relieve the pressure in my body somehow.

“Look at you. Coming undone when I’ve barely even touched you, like a little whore.” Sukuna's voice oozed. His free hand moved from my breast and down to my core, toying with the soft folds of my pussy. “You’d cum just like this if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-” My mouth opened up in shock.

His fingers trailed up my slit, my arousal coating his fingers as he rubbed my clit. I could hardly keep myself steady, focusing solely on the heat building up at my cunt. I swayed slightly on his pelvis, Sukuna’s grip on my lower back tightened, keeping me upright. My mouth parted in shock, the pleasure continuing to build up in my core. I found myself grinding against his fingers, desperately trying to find release.

Sukuna clicked his tongue, a breathless chuckle snapping me back to reality.

“Feels good doesn’t it? You eager little girl.”

His hand retracted from my clit, leaving me gasping at the loss of friction. His hands meet at my waist, lifting me off his lap and down onto my back. I started to shift away from him, only to freeze once he shot me a sharp glare. My eyes drop down at his erection, poking through the material of his robes. A darker stain found right above his pelvis, the wetness soaking through.

Sukuna’s eyes followed mine, noticing the stain as well, his lips carving up to a teasing smile, just like he always adorned when he was toying with me. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, slut .” A flash of heat flickered across my features from his words.

His hands tore at the fabric of his robes, before discarding it to the side. His cock sprung free, his hand trailing along the shaft, giving a few pumps as he watched me, his red orbs glaring at me like I was his possession. Unable to look him directly in the eyes, I let them roam over his body. Just like his face, black markings covered his arms, shoulders, and stomach. He was equally beautiful and cruel.

“You should see how you look right now. I just love that look on your face.” Sukuna crooned, falling onto his elbows, caging me beneath him. He was thoroughly enjoying the reactions he was getting from me, knowing that I was completely at his mercy.

“No. Please. Just-”

Sukuna’s hands gripped me by my hips, pulling me towards him. The fabric of my skirt bunched up at my waist, exposing myself completely to his hungry gaze. He adjusted himself above me, his hand stroking his cock, slowly lowering himself towards my pussy. My eyes watched in shock, the sheer size of it enough to make my eyes grow wide.

“Like what you see, hm?” He asked.

I couldn’t form a single coherent thought, my mind raced as Sukuna’s fingers suddenly cupped my cunt, his middle finger slamming into my core before I could even realize. My head snapped back and my waist lurched forward, bucking into the feeling. My teeth ground down against each other, so tightly that I thought I would shatter them.

“You can pretend that you don’t want this, but you’re so fucking wet for me. Who knew you’d be such a little slut?” Sukuna’s finger pumped faster, making it harder to contain the sounds that threatened to escape my mouth.

The composure that I tried to hold crumbled to pieces when I could no longer stop the sounds from escaping. My eyes screwed shut when I let out a moan, adding even more hatred I had for my reacting body.

“What a pathetic little slut. Do you get off knowing you can’t stop me?” Sukuna’s voice was condescending, his body leering down closer to me. “Does it make you wet to feel so helpless?” He pressed on.

His free hand moved to cup the side of my cheek, thumb toying with the bottom of my lip. Acting on instinct, I quickly jerked my head down, catching his thumb between my canines and biting down as hard as I could.

Sukuna barely even flinched when the skin of his thumb broke, blood filling up my mouth. His hand pulled away from my mouth, leaving the warmth with a plop. His blood dripped down the sides of my mouth, slipping down into my hair. I watched as his eyes slowly drifted down to meet my gaze. I felt his finger jerk up inside me, stabbing into the soft flesh of my walls. The pain erupted before I could speak, my words turning into a shrill scream.

“You little bitch. I knew you’d be so much fun.” He laughed, ending it off with a sigh. He examined his thumb, which had already healed. My teeth gritted together, the taste of his blood still lingering on my tongue. He pulled his finger from me after a few agonizing moments, blood mixed with my arousal, dripping down as I anxiously watched him.

Despite the pain, the loss of contact made my body twitch.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped itself around my throat, tightening enough to make my mouth hang open in surprise. My eyes bulged, hands immediately shooting up to grasp him. His other hand grabbed onto his cock, running it along my slit, coating himself in my wetness. My mouth hung open, closing every few seconds to swallow the saliva that pooled up. I gripped onto his hand, trying to pry his fingers off.

“How precious.” He mocked my weak attempts to fight him off.

The excruciating feeling of my muscles constricting took my focus, my core burning at the sudden intrusion. He entered me with a groan, eyes rolling back as he dropped down onto me. My walls clenched, the searing pain almost unbearable, even with the slick of my pussy. He barely gave me time to adjust before he snapped his hips into mine, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix.

“Sukuna-” I managed to croak, tapping at his hand. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to me, my vision began to gray and my eyes fluttered.

His grip on my neck loosened, unexpectedly. Unfortunately, I felt his pace pick up. He pulled away and then slammed back into me, hitting my cervix once again. This time, I screamed, unable to hold it back.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle my cock?” He chuckled, his face returning to my line of vision. His red eyes gleamed with amusement as he bared his canines at me. “That’s too bad…” His head dipped closer, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, the flat of his tongue pressed against my lips, lapping up the drying blood.

My head twisted to the side and I made a sound that came out like a groan and a moan. His tongue leaves a wet trail of saliva across my face, mixing with the blood. I feel his hand leave my throat, gripping hard at my waist instead.

The thick muscle continued pounding into me. My muscles strained, forcing me to try and relax myself. If I was relaxed, it would hurt less, right? I breathed in deeply, demanding my body to release the tension that was building up. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, making it even harder to control my anxiety.

“You’re not giving up already, are you?” He taunts in between groans.

My lips pressed into a thin line, hiding the sounds that sat in the back of my raw throat. I felt the angle of his torso change, spreading my legs open even more, hitting at an angle I didn’t even know was possible.

“Sukuna, please.” I whimpered, my body jerking from his harsh movements. “It’s too much.” His hips planted against mine, grinding down hard.

“I want to hear you beg first, slut. Maybe then I’ll let you cum, hm? How does that sound?” His voice dripped with malice. His nails dug into my side, enough to bruise but not draw blood.

My frantic eyes met with his half lidded ones, watching me to see what I would do. I opened my mouth to respond, but my words were replaced with another cry as he slammed back into that same spot. My hands slapped down against him, hitting him with every ounce of strength that I had left, which did nothing to him, his only response was a small laugh.

“Please! Please! Sl-slow it down.” I mewled beneath him, squirming in his grip.

My eyes focused hard on his, which twitched with knowing. “I want to hear you say it.”

I shook my head, another snap of his hips causing my back to lurch. The pain exploded and I sobbed. I felt myself clench around him, trying to push him out in any way that I could. My attempts of forcing him out were fruitless, he only seemed to enjoy it even more. I tried so hard to keep my composure, but it began to dwindle with each thrust. The pain was building up faster than my body could handle.

I bit hard on my tongue, stopping the whimpers.

“Did you say something?” He ridiculed me.

His arm hooked under my thigh, raising it up slightly. At this angle, he was even deeper than I ever thought he could go. It hurt so much. Even more than before. His intent was to force me to beg. He wanted me to have no choice but to submit. It was either beg or be split in half.

“M-ake me-” I stuttered, shaking my head. “Make me cum, please.” I begged, hating the way the words sounded on my tongue. As soon as they left my mouth, I wished that I could take them back. The feeling of humiliation took over, flushing my face from any color.

He dropped my thigh at my words.

Sukuna chuckled, his hand moving down to my clit, but not before he leaned back, spitting onto it. I jumped when his saliva hit my clit, the feeling was enough to make me moan.

“Good girl.” He coos, lessening the force of his thrusts and circling his thumb around my clit. The pain subsided, instead, the warmth flooded back into my core, leaving me throbbing and wiggling in his hold.

“Such a brave little sorcerer you are. Taking my cock so well. So well .” His words sent another jolt down to my pussy, clenching down on his cock hard. The sounds of wet skin hitting against each other drifted to my ears, red burning at my cheeks.

“I’m going to ruin you.” His words rang heavy in my ears, his thumb moving quicker, getting me to where I needed to be. My eyes rolled back and I moved my hands to his shoulders, clawing at the tough skin. I grinded my hips down onto his fingers, desperately chasing my own release. The pressure exploding, nothing but a sharp gasp leaving my mouth as my head tilted back. My vision sways as my pussy clenches around him, my nails digging into his skin deeper.

“Cumming already? Desperate little slut. Putting up such a fight for nothing.” He patronized.

My head drops to the side, his words falling on deaf ears. Sukuna’s hands moving back up to my waist, tugging me in closer. I feel his cock throb inside me, the pleasure turning quickly into a feeling of overstimulation as he continues to pound into me.

“No. That’s not true.” I gritted.

“It’s not? You’re not just another dirty slut? Cumming for a fucking curse?”

His words stung deep, erasing every thought that I had inside my brain within seconds. My face burned bright with a blush, lips pressing into a thin line. My teeth bit down onto my lip when I felt him thrust again, this time not as deep and not as hard.

“You’re such a mess. If only Megumi could see you now, cumming all over me, and wailing beneath me. I bet he’s thought of you like this.” Sukuna looked down at me, another smirk appearing on his face as he taunted me, eyes widened and sadistic.

I turned my head away from his gaze, only to feel his hand dig into my cheeks, pulling his head back towards me. My lips pursed together, a sly look appearing on his face. “Oh no. You’re going to watch me, or I’ll dig your eyes out of that pretty little head of yours.” His voice was demanding.

Everything in my body hurts. My back dug painfully into the rough and uneven ground beneath me, jabbing into sensitive spots whenever I shifted. My muscles began to grow tired, fatigued from the fight and the strain it was being put under. My arms slipped from his shoulders, pressing blindly and weakly against his abdomen. The high from my orgasm was beginning to wear off, the pain was setting back in.

My eyes remained focused on his, too afraid that he would make word on his threat of tearing my eyes out of my head. I felt another rush of humiliation when his words were processed.

Sukuna flipped me round, bending me over the pedestal again. My bare stomach and breasts pressed up against the cool surface. It felt good against my sticky skin, cooling my body down slightly. His cock left me for a moment before he lined back up, his hips slamming against my ass. I squealed at the change of position, taken aback by the swift movement and sudden feeling of fullness.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” His voice growled from above me, the flat of his palm finding my lower back again, pressing me further into the smooth stone. My hand shifted back to meet his when the pressure was building too much on my stomach, feeling like he was trying to push me into the stone.

He grabbed onto my wrist and pinned it against my back, leaving my other hand to support myself as he drilled into me.

“You’re so fucking tight. Ah-” My knees scraped against the floor, back dipping down.

With each movement, my arm went further and further up my back, the burn in my shoulder making me scream out. My cheek was pressed uncomfortably against the stone, tears blurring my vision as I stared into the abis.

Another snap of his hips caused me to bite my lip, holding back the cries that I knew he would feed off of. My muscles were stretched to their max, and I could only pray that he would finish already. I prayed for death.

I craned my neck slightly, watching as Sukuna kept his gaze on my ass. I started to feel light headed, whether it be from the strain that was being put on my body, or something else, I felt like I was going to pass out. Sukuna barely let up, using his other hand to support my slumped form.

“S-sukuna. I-”

His nails dug into my skin. “Don’t pass out on me yet. I have no intentions on fucking a corpse, that would be boring.”

I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as he continued fucking me. His pace did not let up, bruising my cervix with each thrust. The feeling of his fingers back on my clit made me snap back into reality, my hips squirming against his fingers, desperately trying to find some pleasure to relieve the pain.

“That’s it.” He grunted, his movements growing stronger with need, the need to find his own pleasure.

“Oh, god.” I moaned, back bowing down to get closer to him.

Sukuna snickered, his fingers picking up the pace at my body's response to him. He released the grip on my arm, seeing that I was no longer fighting back. Instead, I felt both his hands plant on my waist, fucking me even harder. With this angle, I could feel every inch of his cock inside me, filling me up completely.

“So needy. Are you going to cum again for me?” His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm hitting even harder than the first one. My body clenched and my eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in pleasure. Sukuna gripped me harder, his movements beginning to slow as I felt the hot rush of his own orgasm filling me up. The deep groan of his own release deepened the feeling of my orgasm, fueling it even more.

I remained still against the pedestal when he pulled out of me, my body unable to move from exhaustion. The muscles in my body were strained and sore, even breathing was starting to hurt. My eyes fluttered closed, slowly slipping down to the ground beneath me. I could faintly hear Sukuna laughing behind me, shuffling for his robes.

I barely heard him step near me until my eyes opened, his form crouched beside me. It took every ounce of strength in me to narrow my eyes at him, my jaw clenching down.

“Ah, don’t give me that look. It makes me want to fuck you again.” He purred, his hand reaching out to wipe away a strand of hair. “Don’t you want to see your friend again?”

My eyes snapped open at his words. “Itadori?”

Sukuna tutted, his head turning to focus beneath us. I slowly followed his gaze, noticing a small figure in the distance, closing in on us. My reddened eyes strained in the general direction, narrowing in focus. That raven coloured hair made my heart jump, followed by my body launching towards his direction. I no longer cared about the pain in my body, it slowly turned into numbness when I saw him.

“Megumi!” I wailed as I got up to my feet, pushing away from Sukuna.

Sukuna caught me before I could get away from him. “Ah, ah, ah.” His chest rubbed against my back. I squirmed once again in his hold, watching as Megumi stood rigid a few feet in front of us. His fists were clenched in a tight white grip, his eyes set hard as he scanned over us.

“You bastard.” Megumi’s voice was rough.

Sukuna ignored him, instead he leaned beside my ear. “I’ll be seeing you again.”

He gave me a light shove towards my friend. My feet stumbled, barely able to support the weight of my body. I took shaky steps towards Megumi, my hands fumbling to pull down my skirt. My face burned with humiliation as I crashed into his arms. The warmth of his body was comforting, but not enough to stop my shaking. He tried to cover me with the best of his abilities, his grip was tight around my waist.

“I’m going to kill you.” Megumi hissed.

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thecagedsong · 9 months

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So one take on TOTK’s ending I’ve seen quite a bit of is the idea that it deprived all dramatic weight from Zelda’s sacrifice and that she should have suffered the consequences of her choice (I.e. stay a dragon forever or come back as a dragon human hybrid). This strikes me as a shallow reading of the text and another example of how some people think punishment (or in this case “dying for a cause”) is the only viable ending for someone who made the choice Zelda made. It really rubs me the wrong way given all the development and tragedy she faced in both games. What are your thoughts?

There is something beautiful and tragic and meaningful about the stories etched upon our skin by powers beyond our control. I don't think the people that wish for Amputee Link or Dragon Zelda think that 'dying for a cause' is the only reward for sacrifice. It comes from the truth that most of us don't get to recover from the consequences of our actions the way characters in a story can. Which I absolutely get (one of my earliest fics was written to call out anime fanservice). To escape with no scars or signs that anything awful happened can feel unrealistic or like cheating in a world where we must bear the consequences of our actions. But is that really what happened?

First off is the Doyalist framework the story has to exist within. This is a video game for a major franchise that, while they are excellent at re-writing and ignoring their own canon, still needs to be available for future stories to be told through it. After all the emphasis botw placed on the 'goddess bloodline', if they were to kill Zelda, or even render her sterile, that puts a huge shadow over any future games they could make. You don't kill Harry in the Order of the Phoenix. The stories of Hyrule are far from over, even if this would be a satisfying end point for the timeline. Heck, there's no guarantee Link's not going to wake up in his underwear in a damp cave a third time, tbh. That's the reality of why Zelda had to return to her old body.

But does that mean that totk is a bad story? Does it render Zelda's sacrifices meaningless? Do these sacrifices only have meaning if she came back visibly changed?

I don't think so. Because the sacrifice was never about her body, it was always about her sense of self. "To become an immortal dragon is to lose ones' self" was the sacrifice that was demanded and that Zelda offered.

Guess what? She did have to leave Link to face Ganondorf without her. Zelda did lose all sense of herself for uncountable years. Zelda's memories, her sense of self, was stripped away from her and scattered across all of Hyrule.

It was only because Link loved her enough to collect the pieces of who Zelda was, only because he was able to understand them through the gift of Rauru's arm, and only because both Sonia and Rauru consigned themselves to living as spirits for as long as Zelda was a dragon, that Zelda's sense of self was returned.

It may feel like cheating, or maybe unearned, that Zelda got her body and sense of self back with no visible changes. But how many times have other people stepped in to help shoulder the consequences of your actions? How many times did your parents step in when you made a mistake, to give you another chance?

You ever leave the fridge open as a kid, and accidentally spoil all your food? In a family where money is tight, Mom and Dad might have to sacrifice eating full meals for a while so that their children can eat. That sacrifice is a form of love. If the neighbor hears about it (thin walls) and brings over some casseroles they took from their food stores, that took a few hours to make, does that diminish the parent's sacrifice for their kids? The consequences of that sacrifice, going hungry, have gone away because someone else stepped in.

The mistake was Rauru and Sonia's, letting Ganondorf in and not being strong enough to stop him. The sacrifice was Zelda's, her mind/memories/self. The intercessors are Rauru, Sonia, and Link, unwilling to let Zelda bear the full weight of her sacrifice.

Yes, we live in a world where we often do not get to walk away from the consequences of our sacrifices/choices unscathed. But we also live in a world where, every once and a while, we do get to walk away with only internal changes. Almost always because other people were willing to sacrifice too. Your parents? your siblings? Your friends? Your god?

Zelda's hylian body is a reflection of the sense of self she regained. Of her agency as a character instead of as a mindless dragon/a living sacred site. Zelda's character arc ends with her accepting the sacrifice demanded of her by reclaiming her responsibility towards the people of her Hyrule, taking up the mantle of power and leadership once again. The fact that other people step in to blunt the weight of that sacrifice does not degrade how Zelda changed to get there or what she went through.

It's actually the conclusion of Rauru, Sonia's, and Link's arcs that they also sacrificed to support Zelda. Her arc pulls all the others to their conclusions. Zelda is the narrative gravity of totk. I can't call that bad writing.

#ask thecagedsong #totk meta #totk spoilers #loz #loz totk #Zelink #light dragon #tears of the kingdom #totk zelink

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honeeslust · 6 months

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You don't know me but you will | part 1

🖤 vampire Satoru x vampire Suguru x human you

🖤 I haven't been to the dark side in a while so this is long overdue!

🖤 non-con, veuyer, mind control, maybe more, idk yet

I really don’t want this to be long-winded. But let me paint a picture for you. I'm thinking about the 90s of it all. A hot summer night, a gentle refreshing breeze breeze on your skin. You find yourself at the video store absentmindedly browsing the horror selection of video store. you’d glance over your shoulder, feeling the eyes that were surely on you. Chilled, you sidestep the people passing, whirling around to no avail. No one you could see but you were sure though, someone was watching.

Flustered, you make a hasty selection, opting for your favorite, Scream. You hoped you could focus your attention on the 90s heartthrobs. One being tall with such soft and pretty eyes and an eager personality to match. His stoic equally mesmerizing counterpart with those dreamy eyes as black as the darkest night. darker content was your happy place. You loved to lose yourself in a bizarre story, always opting for strange and unusual.

You pulled out your wallet to pay, handing the cashier your member card first and then the exact change. you took the movie and headed to your car. Just as you got the key in hand, (cause 90s) a sudden calling of your name made you turn on your heel. The first thing to strike you was how easily a pair of the iciest blue eyes overtook you. He was literally perfection, standing there in front of you rather than being plastered on some cheesy magazine flaunting his good looks.

He held something out to you, and your eyes averted to the item in his hand. you’re y/n? Right? You forgot your card in there. You smiled shyly, extending your own to take it from him. it’s actually pronounced …. (Y/n) but yea that’s me. You say nervously. Uhh, so thank you, you said, trying to accept the card into your hand. But then, he steps a little closer, invading just enough of your personal space that you were rendered motionless. My pleasure he says, eyes piercing your soul now as his fingertips touched yours.

Suddenly, everything stands so still that even the very breath in your lungs feels like something to be scrutinized. And there was a picture. No it was real, a memory? a feeling? It was impossible to place but not one you wanted to let go of. —His lips wrapped around your neck, a fearful set of fangs sinking into your flesh. The image floated away as quick as it had come to you and suddenly you couldn’t look past the way his incisors jutted out a little further than all the others.

But then. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. You spun dazed and confised, sharply glancing in every direction around you, dazed and confused. When a couple entering the store leered at your awkward presence. you shuddered, nervously mumbling to yourself and fumbling for your keys. It didn’t help that even after a slow and calming breath you opened your clenched fist to discover your movie card in hand.

You made the entire drive home, knuckles bared over the steering wheel as you rode in an uncomfortable silence. What had just happened? You knew you felt his hands on your body, his lips on yours, his… teeth on your neck. It was so real that you squeezed your legs shut, remembering in excruciating detail the pleasurable feelings that radiated through your body. And what was worse was that you knew you saw his face. But no part of the memory seemed to rectify his beauty.

You parked your car. Contemplating how you would even be able to sleep tonight after what you had experienced. When you got inside you dropped everything at the door and locked up tight. You needed to do something, anything but remain still with your thoughts. You were hastily stripping out of your clothes to hurl yourself into a scalding shower, hoping to eradicate whatever black magic clearly had gotten a hold of you.

The water cascades over you like lava as you stare down at your feet. You nake the mistake of shutting your eyes for a moment too long. And there he was again. So mystifying and angelic but there was an unsettling darkness about him as he loomed over you, his hand seizing your body, reducing you topieces . Your eyes shot open and you lurched forward, your palms bracing against the walls as you curled your leg over your calf, thighs squeezing together against that twinge of eager clenching between your legs. What was happening to you??

All the while…

They were twin flames, Suguru and Satoru. Born of the same darkness and their latest affliction was you. Having watched you as you walked the aisles of the video store. The likes of them were drawn to you the moment they had spotted you. Their game would begin once they agreed you would make perfect prey.

First, they would need to taunt you, embedding themselves in your deepest darkest fantasies, toying with you subconscious to make you more apt to overlooking the daunting reality. You didn’t know that his appearance was intentional. Merely a light to a match that wouldn’t be extinguished until the imagery you were plagued with had been satisfied. And the glimpses of what could be never seized would torture you now. Suguru wields his power over you relentlessly, watching as you exited your shower. your wet and steaming body was irresistible illuminated in a heavy chromatic light of Satorus making that made you even look even more appetizing. His power connects the three of you now. And in that moment you became theirs.

Then….

Your mind still swimming with the steamy portrayal they presented your psyche. You were in front of your mirror, massaging the vanilla scented oils over your skin. The sweet aroma soothing your rattled nerves but arousing you as you thought of the mysterious entities hands on your body. Your eyes fell shut as you caressed yourself. And again there it was, the feeling of a certain set of eyes on you. You didn’t know from where but, you didn’t exactly shy away from what you started to assume it was maybe more than just a feeling.

It was a curious phenomenon, what the unknown parties could make you feel and see. It became a need that your body wanted to satisfy, a feeling that needed to be chased. You lie on your bed, legs spread as you teased and caressed some more. They watched you from the shadows. unbeknownst to you,they were encroaching upon you. You could feel them before you could see them, so submerged in whatever was overtaking you. A stir rustled the cover between your legs and a husking voice prattled to you in the darkness. Your eyes shot wide open as you hurried to shut your legs.

Who are you, you said trying to make yourself decent in front of the raven haired adonis who was kneeling on the foot of your bed. He took pleasure in seeing you recoil so shamefully. The modestly you tried to protect was pointless, he’d already seen the way you pleased yourself before. The thought of how much better he could do had him shaking his head in appreciation as he answered you. relax little fox. He said coaxing your shaking legs apart revealing an intimidating set incisors, much like what you sawon the other. You've already met Satoru. He gestures over his shoulder, revealing another. He was long and lean with, muscled torso almost glowing in the warm light of you bedroom. His arms flexed and the veins lining those perfect arms bulged and twitched as he crawled into your bed beside the other. Your eyes trailed his body until meeting his gaze hidden behind the scream mask he wire. Their presence awakens something within you. Something unexplainable. As for me… well, you don't know me, but you will.

Part two

From the blood room 🩸

@blkkizzat @crescentmoontsuki @callm3senpaii @thecookiebratz @biscuitsngravie @littlemochabunni @i-literally-cant-with-this @nanamin-nah-nanamine @ryomens-vixen

#satoru x suguru x reader #vampire satoru #vampire suguru #smut oneshot #smutxanime honeeslust #vampiresmutshop #jjk smut #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut

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imagine-shenanigans · 1 year

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I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

#sans undertale #undertale #sans horrortale #horrortale #undertale au #sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #i also Have Big Big Plans i cant share with a series of fics #but i'm still writing those and i know myself #if i actively talk about them i may not write them #so once the first one is done i'll update it #but yeah anyway sans renaissance time thank you for feeding me fandom this is what i give back

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slayersins · 1 year

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Mr. Compress x reader smutty headcanons

obviously loves to perform and be in the limelight but he is also a giver and will do a very good job in order to receive your praise, takes pride in being able to perform oral that makes you lose your mind but he won't hold you to the same high standards when it is your turn. if you are being enthusiastic and eager to please he is satisfied. he is maybe too focused on his own performance sometimes .

an ass guy. put the ‘ass’ into’ assistant’ babe, you ride him in a reverse cowgirl position and he is putty in your hands

loves when he can control your orgasm and you cum on his command, making a perfect finale

anything is 10x more satisfying if he can watch your bodies in the mirror during the act

big fan of barely giving you the tip and massaging the head of his cock with your tight quivering entrance, he will do this until you become dripping wet and desperate, then he will fill you up and fuck his cock into you in languid thrusts

he likes to take it slowly, if you give him the opportunity he will play with your pussy for a long time, using both of his hands. he will easily edge you for almost 2 hours if you let him...goes from edging to overstimulating, he knows when to stop he just won't. has the stamina to match that energy too.

he likes to use a toy on you too, sit on his lap when he is on the couch, relax and he will fuck you using his hand and a dildo better than you could do it to yourself - especially after he learned what your body likes he is unstoppable. he is very talkative and during the first time he won't shy away to ask you about everything while his hand is working it's magic.

loves to hold your chin up delicately between his thumb and index finger to make you look into his eyes while he pumps that toy into you

says corny shit with the most toe curling lustful voice you can imagine, that mouth needs to be stuffed

will snap if you are being an annoying enough brat, he will act like a gentleman again when you deserve it (= very fun to push his buttons)

spanks you with his red gloves on if you forget your manners

classic magician/circus themed dirty talk is his thing but you know he is very into whatever he is doing to you when he drops his theatrical performer style and says out loud immediately every raw filthy thought that occurs in his mind mid fuck

has perfectly grabbable thick hair and doesn't mind if you indulge in some light hair pulling...

he is someone who appreciates a well executed strip tease

#mr. compress x reader #mr. compress thirst #sako atsuhiro x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #bnha smut #mr. compress headcanon #sako

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stayandot8 · 1 year

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Cravings

Genre: Smut

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Explicit content ahead, 18+. Minors, do not enagage.

WC: 1.3k

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Today I woke up with an unexplainable hunger for something I couldn't quite place my finger on. I thought it might be a certain food, so I picked up my favorite takeout and allowed my legs to take me to my favorite place.

Me: Been having a craving all day so I picked up some food if you’re hungry

Channie ❣️: Just got home so I’m starving. Come on up :)

Smiling down at my phone, I buzzed up to said apartment. I was doing this a lot recently, both buzzing up and smiling at my phone. It was all because of him. He made it very easy to be happy with my life these days. He was getting good at surprising me at work, sending me things like flowers and signing them ‘Chris’ and texting me that he had lunch delivered there for me. Such thoughtful things that I hadn’t had before. And being intimate with him was even better. He was so attentive to how my body responded that he quickly found out what I liked and didn’t. It wasn’t hard when I liked just about everything he did. He could just stand there and I’d be able to take care of myself. All he had to do was look at me with those doe eyes and I was putty in his hands to do with as he liked. And when he started to strip, which was often, my eyes had to be physically moved from his body back up to his face by his grip on my chin. One time he actually caught me drooling, which I should have been embarrassed about but couldn’t be bothered. He was just that powerful. Maybe I did know what my craving was…

Opening the door to the apartment, I immediately spot Felix and Han playing video games on the couch, Hyunjin sitting in a chair beside them drawing on his iPad and deep in concentration.

“Hi boys.” I sing-songed to the members in the room. I got mumbles in response, all of them obviously too engrossed in their respective activities. I shook my head at them and put their portion of the food on the counter. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if they would react and once the smell hit them, they all came running and tripping over themselves to get the good bits. Felix was the first to embrace me in thanks and Han wasn’t far behind. Soon enough, I was fully engulfed in different smells of cologne all fighting their way up my nose in a four-way embrace and a chorus of ‘thank you’s. The first one to hug me and the last one to let go, Felix kissed my cheek and expressed his thanks in his best child voice.

“Agghh okay okay you’re welcome. Now I have to go make my last delivery.” I held up the last bag for myself and Chan for them to see, starting my trek down the hallway. They immediately went back to their game and iPad, now chowing down on proof of my love for them.

Knocking on the familiar door, I crack it open to see Chan in his normal shirt and gym shorts with his controller in hand and gaming headphones on one ear, the ear closest to me exposed to listen out for me. He turns his head and his eyes go to the bag I’m holding and his eyes widen. I lock the door behind me.

“Oh that place is so good. I’m just going to finish this game and I’ll be all yours, okay?”

“Okay but I’m not waiting for you because I am starving.” I tuck into the box of noodles as I sit against his headboard, legs stretched out in front of me. He scoots up into my legs to nestle himself between them, his head laying on my chest and his elbows resting on my thighs. He looked so comfortable that I tried to move as little as possible while I ate but I was finding it very difficult not to spill anything on him or myself, eventually failing.

“Shit. Hey babe, get up, I got it on my shirt. Can I borrow-”

“Of course, you know I love it when you wear my stuff.” He responded, moving to his previous spot without looking at me. I grabbed a shirt from his dresser and ran to the bathroom. Looking at the damage on my own shirt in the bathroom mirror, I figured it was a lost cost, the stain too noticeable to consider saving it. I grabbed Chan’s shirt when I had a better idea. Seeing Chan just sitting on the bed gave me an idea I had seen earlier that week. Looking myself in the eye to boost my confidence, I start stripping, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor and crack open the door to see if Chan was facing me. He wasn’t, still fully engrossed in his game. Perfect.

Mostly undressed save for Chan’s shirt, I strolled for his bed again, lining myself up directly behind him. My hands find his shoulders, pulling him to lay down in front of me. He goes along with it, his controller being discarded to his side once I swing my leg over his head and place my southern lips directly onto his mouth. A small hum of surprise came from him until his arms wind themselves around my thighs to hook me in place as he looked hungrily at his meal and licked his lips before attacking my folds with that magic tongue of his, licking a thick stripe up along them. His eyes shot to mine as I let a moan escape, that tongue finding its way to my clit. He wraps his mouth around it and begins to suck as if his life depended on it. I could do nothing but throw my head back as my eyes rolled back. He pulls on my thighs to force me to put my full weight on him, the rest of my sex exposed to him. Exactly what he wanted.

He nudged my hips, encouraging me to move, to ride his face like I wanted. My hips moved with a mind of their own, my own brain clouded with each flick of his tongue. I brought my hand up to my breasts to fondle them through the shirt. Chan tugged on it, not wanting to miss anything. I pulled it off and continued, another moan coming out louder as he inserted two fingers into my entrance and started to pump them in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. The contrast of the borderline violent attack on my clit and the slow pace of his fingers was keeping me on the verge of what I needed.

I knew if I looked at him again I would find the exact thing that would send me over the edge. I didn’t want to give up that quickly. I felt his lips pull away from me. “Look at me.” I couldn't resist when he dropped his voice like that. I knew I was done for when I saw him underneath me staring at my face with hooded eyes, his nose resting just above my clit while his lips continued to suck and flick with his tongue. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I felt my release start to build in my core, so close to the edge. I buckled, my arms barely catching me as I folded over him as I continued to ride him through the brink he was bringing me to.

“I wanna hear you when you cum but you have to be quiet.” He resumed his assault and it didn’t take long until I shuddered, my release crashing like waves as I rode through it. My moans were stifled by my fist as well as they could’ve been while he still had a hold of me. He released my pelvis and moved from under me. I felt myself collapse on his bed, his weight coming up behind me as he sat on me with his knees enclosing my legs together. I felt his bulge pressing into me through his shorts as he whispered,

“Funny, that was what I was craving too.”

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Anonymous: could you please do A-Z mother miranda NSFW thank you ❤️

18+ Minors DNI

Yeah, buddy! Credit goes to @the-coldest-goodbye for their NSFW alphabet template. Let’s get into it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Miranda loves aftercare. She likes to be taken care of. Wipe her down gently with a warm washcloth and give her cuddles. She deserves it for being a boss ass bitch.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Miranda’s favorite part of your body is your tongue ;) You are so skilled. She’s never been so satisfied. Miranda’s favorite part of her own body is her breasts. She loves to have them worshipped and played with. She’s so sensitive that licking one of her nipples almost brings her to climax alone.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Miranda loves when you lick up all of her extra arousal. It makes her feel sexy. If you have a penis, she is most definitely a cock slut and cum slut ;) She’s always very honest about that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Miranda secretly loves the taste of her own arousal. It really gets her off. She knows that if her body is reacting this way to your actions, you’re doing a great job.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Miranda has a lot of experience being a power bottom, but… With you, she often likes to switch from power bottom to sub. She’s never been a sub for anybody before. You’re honored. When she gets submissive, all she can do is just lie there and take it. It feels so good to relinquish control for a time. She’s still learning about how to best perform this role in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Sorry, she’s a bit old-fashioned in that regard.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Miranda is serious. When she’s in control as a power bottom, she can also be super mean and bossy. Humor is not her forte, but afterwards, she will sometimes make a quip or witty comment that’s really funny and makes you laugh hard.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Miranda is very closely trimmed, but she does have a landing strip. She has flaxen pubic hair which is a little darker than her normal hair color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Miranda is from a time when sex was only socially acceptable for people who were married. However, being so repressed all those years has made Miranda into a bit of a hopeless romantic. She shares her most private thoughts with you during sex. For her, that’s a HUGE show of trust and intimacy. She will only ever do this with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Miranda has a big sexual appetite that has only grown stronger since she met you. Sometimes, just the thought of you is enough to make her extremely horny. She’s masturbated quite a lot down in her lab when she can’t stop thinking about you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Miranda has a kink for being bred. She loves the idea of people seeing her knocked up with your child (Even if anatomically that would be impossible). It’s a frequent fantasy. She also likes be tied up. She wants to be able to let you pleasure her without the chance of her interfering in any way.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either in her lab or her bedroom. Miranda is a creature of habit and likes to have sex in places where she is comfortable.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise. She loves to be told that she’s doing a great job. Also, using your teeth to tug her panties off is a big turn on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Miranda does not like to be humiliated. It puts her on edge.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Miranda loves oral. She’s a bit of a pillow princess and loves receiving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Miranda likes things to be slow at first and gradually get faster as the sex ramps up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes, Miranda can’t get anything done if she’s too sexually excited and pent up. Especially when she has to leave you for the day. She’s a big fan of quickies. It helps stave off her hunger for sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

For Miranda, the biggest risk she’s ever taken was when she first completely let go so you could take the reins for a bit. That risk definitely paid off in her mind. Miranda will try anything once, but only if it is with you. She feels safe when you two have sex and she trusts you completely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Miranda obviously has a lot of stamina due to the megamycete. She is gracious and lets you rest to recharge. She could go for hours and barely get tired.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Miranda likes dildos so she can masturbate with them when you’re not near because, well… She is a cock slut as I mentioned previously. She likes huge strap ons as well. Seeing you with it on is so sexy to her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When Miranda is a power bottom, she doesn’t tend to tease you very much. She just wants to tell you what to do and have you get to making love to her. When she is a sub, she likes to be teased a bit. Being edged is always tortuous but so sinful for her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Miranda is fairly loud, but she is often able to keep from screaming if she tries hard enough. She also makes whimpering sounds when she gets really close to climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Miranda likes to keep her nails at a moderate length… Shorter than average for her work, but long enough to do a bit of damage. She uses them to claw your back when she’s really lost in ecstasy during sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

While Miranda definitely has a trim figure, she’s also quite shapely. She has stretch marks on her stomach from her pregnancy with Eva. She loves when you kiss them or pay them lots of attention.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Miranda naturally has a very large sexual appetite. If you start running your hands up her sides… She needs you to take care of her pretty much instantaneously.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Miranda rarely sleeps. However, after a good sexual release, she falls asleep very quickly.

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#re8 #re8 village #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #resident evil smut

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sawyerslvt · 2 months

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 2)

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Completed series :) Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 2,825 Warnings: MDNI, non-consensual touching, explicit descriptions of violence, blood

You walk into the bar. Johnny makes a bee line for the seat in the furthest stool to the right while you stay by the entrance scanning the room. The thought of one of the people spending their last moments in this bar was surreal to think about. And the guilt was starting to take over. You try brushing the thoughts away, as your own life was at stake.

You make your way to the bar and sit on one of the stools closer to the left. Far away from Johnny, but close enough so that he could hear everything being said while being able to keep a real close eye in case you try escaping. To your surprise he already seemed busy with a woman. You look over to him and catch yourself staring, so did he. While the woman looked away for a second he winked at you, making sure you knew he caught you.

A wave of jealousy hits you and you feel confused and quite frankly, disgusted by the insinuation that your brain had suggested. She laughs at something Johnny says and playfully hits his shoulder. You see him hunched over the bar playing with the rim of his glass while smirking and entertaining the woman's giggles. He makes sure to avoid eye contact with you but he knows youre watching him.

He places his hand lazily around her waist and listens to her while she talks. She seemed quite talkative and he wasn't really listening but he made sure to pay attention to her with physical touch, stroking her waist and sides. Eventually he went lower until his hand was resting on her thigh, he gave her that same gentle squeeze he gave you earlier.

It was clear that you were nothing special to him. This wasn't you winning at his game, it was all a part of his plan. He liked the hunt. He liked toying with you and giving you a false sensation of power. And when you feel like you have him exactly where you want him, when you feel the most powerful, he’ll reclaim and strip the power away from you, making sure you knew he was in control the whole time. Whether it be psychological or physical, he’ll best you in either.

You continue watching him for a while longer until your staring gets interrupted. “Alright lady, will you order anything?” the bartender is cleaning a glass with a cloth, you've been sitting here for a while gawking at some guy, he was not letting you use up a stool without you ordering. “Yes, she will have a… what would you like, peach?” a man in his late twenties, maybe early 30s looks over to you with a warm smile. You hadn't noticed but he was sitting right beside you the whole time. “uhh.. ill take whatever, really. But I guess maybe a tequila sunrise”. You tried directing your attention back at the man beside you, rather than Johnny's hands on that woman.

He gives a nod to the bartender, confirming your order. He already had his drink in front of him. He turned his body to face you, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. You knew what this was, you didn't even look in his direction but here he was throwing himself at you, men were too easy. “So what is a pretty girl like you doing at a bar alone?” he looks slightly up to meet your gaze. “i felt i needed some time alone, i need distractin’”. Your body is facing forward, you turn your head to meet the man looking up at you, but instead, your gaze falls straight over and past him and you're met with Johnny smirking slyly towards you, waiting to see your next move. He has a shit eating grin on his face seeing how uninterested you seemed in the man. You read his facial expression and sense he’s feeling pride. He's feeling proud over having scared you into not flirting with other men, because god forbid… if they touch you…

You start to feel sick of it. I mean sure you weren't even interested in the man to begin with but over your dead body, that Johnny would think that he's the cause of it. You decide to play along with his game again. Slowly but sensually you turn to face the man and you meet his gaze as close as you could get. “I think a man like you could distract me from my problems just fine”. You give his lips a glance and you see him choke on his nervosity, you can see the mental pep talks he's giving himself to keep his cool around you. Just as he calms down you pull away and conveniently your tequila sunrise greeted you on the bar.

Still facing him and poking your chest out a little, you take a sip from your drink without breaking eye contact. You take a quick glance back at Johnny and it looks like smoke was about to come out of his ears and nose, he was furious and you lived for it. The woman is now practically in his lap, trying desperately to get him to touch her again. He reluctantly put his hands back on her body, but this time his focus is entirely you.

“What's your name honey?” you stay confident. “James, and yours?” he started becoming progressively more confident, now knowing the type he’s dealing with. “Mikaela” you say somewhat dryly. “Well Mikaela, may I kiss you?” he asked cautiously, but somehow cocky at the same time. You knew Johnny would probably kill you, but at this point, you didn't care.

You grabbed the man's collar and pulled him close to you, biting your lips, until you connected with the man's wet mouth. You kept kissing him and he happily returned the kiss. But you were lost in thought of what Johnny might do to you. You reluctantly open your eyes and see him grab the woman's face and forcibly bring it to his mouth. His tongue meeting hers and dancing along in a synchronized rhythm. Neither of you break eye contact and for the moment you are passionately kissing your respective victims while keeping intimate eye contact with each other. You see the hunger in his eyes wishing the woman holding onto his big shoulders was you. He sees the hunger in your eyes wishing the man pulling her waist close was him.

The kiss gets increasingly passionate. Johnny, at one point gives you that smirk that you’ve slowly started to grow, oh, so fond of. You smile back and for a second forgot… he wasn't the man kissing you. With the upscaling intensity you felt a hand grab your ass. You flinch as you somehow didn't expect anything more than kissing. Well, you didn't even expect touching but here your stubborn self was. As this was more than you signed up for, you pulled away and tried grabbing the attention of the man kissing you, breaking Johnny's eye contact. He met your confused and disapproving gaze with a sly smirk and thirst for more and you kept pulling away to make your point crystal clear.

He doesn't get the hint… or he does, but he disrespects your wishes to finish and pulls you back in. This time he uses more force. “don't do this to me baby, give me what you just gave me” he whispers breathlessly in your ear. “please get off me” you heart racing, you didn't want him hurting you more than he already was. “you were acting like a whore a moment ago, you need distractin’, remember?”. He quickly stood up from his chair, making it fall behind him, now grasping your upper arm hard and directing you to the bar bathroom.

For the second time during these cursed 24 hours, you feel scared for your life, or at the very least scared for your innocence. As a last attempt for a savior you look over to the man responsible for all of it, Johnny. To your surprise he was already rushing your direction with a clenched jaw and fist. This was the most furious you had seen him all night.

It all went so fast. One second your arm was bruising from the hold the man had you in, the next second Johnny lifted his fist and for a split second you thought it was headed your way, until you felt the hand’s tight grip of your arm weaken and suddenly, it was fully released. You had shut your eyes and held your head and ears with your arms to protect you from an incoming attack. Instead, you hesitantly open your eyes to see the man on the floor and Johnny towering over him. His fist connecting with his nose and blood was slowly covering the bar floor. The bartender, continuing the cleaning of his glasses, gives the one he’s holding a quick blow. “listen buddy, take your business elsewhere, you're scaring my customers”.

Without hesitation he drags the man outside the bar. You follow Johnny like a dog with his tail between his legs, almost ashamed. The woman was left shocked to her core, little does she know, she dodged a bullet not pursuing Johnny. Once you exit the bar you see him continuously spraying punches to the man’s head who is most likely fully blacked out by that point. You had no other place than to stand and watch. A part of you is thankful that out of all the guys in the bar, you managed to pick the worst one and that he’ll get the honor of meeting his maker. It's a win-win situation, one less perv on this earth, and you get to go to sleep guilt free.

You look up at the sky and think back to when you were in the car, when the sun was still setting. You were right. The stars do look beautiful on a cloud free night such as this. More beautiful than they have ever looked. You keep your head facing the sky and close your eyes. The sounds of heavy fists hitting the man's skull, Johnny's heavy breathing, cussing and gurgling of the man's last moments were suddenly muffled as you closed your eyes, tears now streaming down your face. You feel the cool breeze of the night target your wet face and a chill travels up your spine. You don't move, you take this moment and enjoy it to the fullest. You don't know how much of your life is left, what else life has to offer other than pain and suffering. You take deep breaths, feeling the fresh oxygen filling your lungs as you inhale, and all worries release as you exhale.

You slowly open your eyes, tears still flowing uncontrollably, your head still leaned back. Defeated, you look up at the stars. You find yourself looking for this God people keep raving about. Where does he reside during cloud free days? Where is he now that you’re hurting? You look to the stars twinkle in the sky. Do they know you’re hurting? Are they watching this man get beat to death? Will the universe mercilessly watch as your last breath escapes your body? Subconsciously, you take a deeper breath with that last thought. You want your last breath to be far away from this day.

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Johnny hovered over the man's disfigured face and body, being satisfied with his work, people like him made killing easier. He walks over to you, you’re watching the sky. He studies you for a moment, you seem completely out of it. Watching the stars, deep in thought, and as if they provided some form of comfort for you. He decides to step away from you and drag the body of the man into the back of his truck. He already had the body bags, rope and other useful utensils back there. Other than the bar, nothing else in town was open. And even the bar was nearly empty. Dragging the body of a half dead man in the middle of town might sound risky. But around these parts, it was like trying to catch a drop of blood in the sea, undetectable.

After putting the man in the back of his truck, Johnny comes back to you. You're still standing, watching the sky. Now he’s getting impatient with you. “Enough woman! You've caused enough trouble for the day” he grabs your wrist and pulls you back into reality. Before you know it, you are situated back into the passenger seat of his car, but this time with no restraints. The car, once again, rumbles into motion and you take off, leaving the man's dried blood and chunks of flesh to be feasted on by insects.

Johnny is facing forward, not acknowledging your existence. He scrambles around in his pocket looking for something. He pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He returns to his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting the cigarette, all while keeping one hand firmly on the steering wheel. He takes a deep hit of his cigarette and settles it between his index and middle finger and stretches his left arm out of the window, holding the cigarette. He holds the smoke in for a second and later releases it with a deep sigh, the cloud filling the car and making its way to poison your lungs. You were never a smoker, but there was something about him doing it that made it look more elegant than it was.

“...thank you” you feel ashamed for even saying it. Maybe you should’ve said ‘I'm sorry’. He just beat a man halfway to hell, but you're sure he's used to it. You technically didn't see much of the act itself, you were distracted by the stars, you've always felt they had something to do with the true meaning of life. You tread carefully, afraid you might be next. “I didn't mean to be difficult…” you take a small pause “...i’m sorry” the apology came out more like the squeak of a mouse, but you felt it was appropriate to add it nonetheless. He continues looking straight ahead towards the road and you begin playing with the ends of your long hair in order to provide some self soothing and prepare yourself for what's to come.

“You don't have to apologize” his voice was low but gentle. He seemed to be calm and you got the feeling that he tried reassuring you he wasn't mad, even though he didn't say it. This felt like a surprisingly human moment coming from him. You knew what he was capable of, and how quick he could switch from kind to rough but you wanted this side of him to stay a little longer. “Does it hurt? your hands, that is” you had noticed his knuckles were red and bleeding. He seemed almost startled by the question, of course he didn't expect it, but his facial expression also seemed to soften once he fully absorbed the question. “no darlin’... don't worry about me, im fine”

Your body was fully facing him at this point. You watch him as he drives, his face looked like it was carved by God himself, not a single flaw other than his big scar cutting through his eye, which honestly only added to his charm and mystique. You wonder if another woman had placed that on him while she desperately flayed her arms to get away from him. You feel yourself get hypnotized by his hair swaying back and forth caused by the wind trying to catch up to the car's speed. How could someone so stunningly beautiful be capable of the acts he was committing, and yet, you hadn't even seen half of it, you bet. You continue watching him and feel your eyelids get heavy. It's been a long day and the headache is starting to catch up to you, the lack of food making your stomach rumble. Your body still facing him , you try to create a makeshift pillow with your hands and place it on your shoulders to rest your head.

Johnny takes notice of you making yourself comfortable in his truck but he allows you. You’re exhausted but try to stay awake. Through your lazy attempts to keep your eyelids open, you see him glance over at you every now and then. And for the first time since the bar incident, you see that little smirk peering through. It was warm, and it gave you a sense of comfort, like you were safe with him. You pretend he's not the man he is for a moment and let yourself drift off. Keeping the mental image of his warm smirk to tuck yourself into your sleep.

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@stevebuckythyla replied to your post “can we talk about the ableism/sexism of people...”:

Yes! Also it drives me nuts when people insist Bucky must be a Dom in the future because of trauma. Like there’s a fundamental misunderstanding there of D/s dynamics as subs are really the ones with the most “power” in the relationship. Like as a sub Bucky is in control of what Steve is or isn’t allowed to ask of him.

Also drives me nuts when people say Bucky must be the top cuz of trauma too and needs to have control. It’s so heteronormative and also misogynistic tbh because they’re seeing bottoming as like this weaker position (“the woman”) Like you never see anyone insist that a woman absolutely must be the top in a relationship with a man after she’s experienced trauma.

The ableism towards pre-serum Steve drives me crazy. For all the reasons you said but also because some people treat pre-serum Steve like he was so delicate and weak because of his disabilities. Like do they not remember that CATFA showed us that despite Steve’s disabilities he was able to do factory work, got beat up in an ally and was just fine afterwards, and completed basic army training?? Like topping is obviously something that would not be beyond his physical capabilities 🙄

All of this is really important, and because I didn't touch on a lot of this in my post, I really want to highlight it in its own post.

People have a fundamental misunderstanding of D/s dynamics (and BDSM in general), of top/bottom dynamics, and the impact of trauma on one's sexual expression.

These misunderstandings and misrepresentations come from a lack of education in these topics (often taking unhealthy depictions of these dynamics in erotic fiction as fact and never looking further), combined with social expectations, are deeply rooted in heteronormativity, homophobia, sexism, and ableism.

Where does "who's the man and who's the woman?" which is targeted at visibly queer couples come from? It's an inability to conceive of "acceptable" sexual roles outside of:

Woman: to be submissive and be the one penetrated, both are inherently degrading and dehumanizing

Man: to be dominant and be the one penetrating, anything else is inherently emasculating and "womanly"

and applying these harmful and narrow gendered expectations to all couples regardless of gender/actual preferences, while stigmatizing and shaming anyone who does not fit this mold (look how people talk about men who like getting 'pegged').

Especially in M/M relationships, the ridiculousness and oppressiveness of these expectations and assumptions is clear once you have done the internal work to understand sex isn't bound by this binary.

Bottoming or being submissive (since these two don't always go hand in hand, bottoms can be dominant and tops can be submissive, and you can bottom or top without there behind D/s dynamics involved at all) isn't inherently womanly or degrading, it's just a way of participating in and enjoying sex.

Topping or being dominant isn't inherently manly or empowering, it's just a way of participating in and enjoying sex.

Disabled people are often stripped of our ability to be allowed to exist as sexual beings, we are seen as undesirable and/or as incapable of enjoying or being an active participant in sex.

Disabled men whose disabilities lead to them physically not fitting into social expectations of what a man "should" look like are often heavily emasculated and denied the possibility they could take a dominant role, especially if their partner is able-bodied.

The conversation around D/s dynamics and trauma recovery is incredibly nuanced.

Trauma survivors can still enjoy bottoming and sexual submission after trauma (not all survivors do and I do not want to erase their existence), but there is a strong resistance to and stigmatization of the people for who this is true due to the assumption that it's degrading.

Many trauma survivors find healing, empowerment and enjoyment in handing over the reins to someone they trust in a controlled environment that relies on their total consent. It also heavily relies on healthy/open communication between partners and following D/s play with aftercare.

There is a lot of information out there on the benefits of healthy exploration of kink on recovery. It's important that, instead of making assumptions on the impacts of trauma on sexual expression, people listen to the lived experiences of survivors.

Sorry if this is rambly, I just have a lot of thoughts 😅

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Zoro/reader: His

this is honstly pure SMUT its really dirty lol I do have some good ideas for some things plus working on a request. my requests are still open so send them in.

Fandom:One PIece

Pairing:Zoro/Reader

You sat at the bar and drank minding your own business. You were a part of the straw hats. Zero and you have been best friends since you joined and that feeling of friendship you had for him turned into love. You had hoped he felt the same and sometimes he acted like he felt the same and others he was cold as steel. You sigh and take another drink as a man sits beside you at the bar.

"Can I get you another?" The guy asked with a charming smile you gave a small smile back and nodded.

"Sure, why not?" You grin as your drink is poured. You could feel daggers being stared into the back of your head but you tried to push it away. But the more you talked with the guy the daggers got worse and that gave you an idea. You were finally gonna put him on the spot and make him act on whatever the hell it was between you too. You smirk and start to get flirty with the guy, you couldn't even remember his name. The guy put his hand on your thigh and in an eye the man is on the floor with a bloody nose.

"You ever touch what's mine again an ill cut you" Zoro growls his whole body tensed and you felt extremely wet at his show of power and his clam on you. Zoro walks closer to you till your noses are touching and you smirk.

"You think your little game is cute?" He growls, his eyes flash in the light a color you couldn't quite see. His hand going to your throat.

"I have no idea what you mean but since you knocked out my fun I'm going back to the sunny, let go zoro we both know your not gonna do anything" you say your hand grabbing the one around your neck and removing it before walking out the door. You had hoped this would be the push he needs to finally make a move.

Getting back to the sunny you head to your room you were lucky enough to have a room with a bathroom in it thanks to Franky. Once you get to your room you strip down and get into the shower. About half way through you hear something in your room so you finish and wrap a small towel around you and walk into the room. Looking around you didn't see anything but suddenly a large hand goes around your throat and your back meets the cool wall. It was too dark to see who had you but that didn't stop you from trying to fight back.

"Fuck if you don't stop I won't be able to control myself" he snarls, your body freezes and through everything you had lost your towel leaving you bera before him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" You snapped, not caring he was seeing you naked.

"Do you think teasing me is fun?" He growls his mouth close to your ear making your nipples harden.

"You know I love to play games" you say, sounding not as strong as you had hoped. He was so close you just wanted to kiss him.

"This is a dangerous game kitten" he growls nipping your ear lobe making you moan a bit.

"I'm not worried, I know I'm safe" you say your hands reach up and he lets go of your throat only for his hand to tangle in my hair. He pulls your head back making you look him in the eyes.

"If we do this, your mine" he growls his body tense. You could feel how hard he was. It made your cunt throb.

"I have always been yours" you breathe you feel the growl he lets out as his lip crashes on yours taking your breath away. You moan at the taste of his kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair, he nips your lip and you gasp his tongue darting in your mouth. Zoro's lips move from yours to your neck where he bites making you cry out.

"Be a good girl and get on the bed for me" he smirks and starts to strip as you make your way to the bed you were so wet. He crawls on the bed over you and he kisses you deeply moaning in the kiss.

"I love how you feel" you moan your hands rubbing his shoulders and down his arm. You look up at him. You lean up and kiss him deeply and he groans.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this" he growls into your neck biting it leaving a mark behind.

"Zoro please" you moan your legs wrapping around his waist and you thrust up rubbing your soaked cunt on his hard cock making him groan and grab your hip to hold you still.

"Don't, don't do that, makes it hard to control myself" he groans, you run your nails down his back to his ass and drag him against your cunt and you moan filthy making him groan.

"I don't want you controlled zoro, I want you to be rough. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to mark my body up so everyone knows who I belong to" you moan in his ear before biting his lobe making him growl. He snarls and kisses you deeply.

"Oh I plan on it, but first I want you to ride my face" he smirks down at you he flips till he is on his back with you on top of him. Zoro grabs your hips and helps you get to where your cunt was over his face and you now face the door and Zoro's lower half. You feel his hands on your hips and he pulls you down on his mouth making you moan.

"Fuck! Zoro!" You moan, grabbing your own breasts as he eats you like a starved man. Your loud moans and cries of pleasure was all that could be heard. You reach out and grab his cock making him groan and you cry out grinding down on his mouth and tongue. You down and take his cock into your mouth and he sucks hard on your clit as you suck his cock.

"Fuck! You suck my cock so good" he growls against your cunt lips making you moan around him taking him deeper down your throat he shoves tounge in you making you moan around his cock. You suck and pull off with a loud pop.

"Fuck zoro I'm so close please!" You beg as the feeling of the climax rushing to you like a Rouge wave. You cum hard screaming out his name as your world goes bright and you feel so light. When you open your eyes you are on your back with Zoro over you kissing your neck. You reach up and grab his head and kiss him deeply, shoving your tongue in his mouth moaning at the taste of yourself.

“You have the best fucking tasting cunt” he smirks you his lip making him growl he slowly starts to rub your clit making you moan and buck up your hips your cunt clenches around noting.

“Please Zoro '' You beg needing to feel him deep inside of you,claiming you. You wanted to feel him as deep as he could go. You wanted to feel his hold on your body as he fucks you into the bed to the point you cant move the next morning. You wanted him to fuck you so badly.

“Please what kitten?” he smirks down at you while grabbing your left breast making you moan as he sucks a nipple into his mouth he bites down leaving a red mark making you cry out and your back arch your hands going into his hair.

“Fuck me zoro please” you beg and he chuclkes as you thrust your hips up impatiently zoro grabs your hip and holds you still as he lines himself up ready to dive into your hot wet heat. Slowly he pushes in holding you still as he slowly goes enjoying the feeling of you stretching around him all the way till he bottoms out and he groans.

“So tight!” he groans, you moan and cling to him feeling so full. You lean up and kiss him deeply and nip his bottom lip making him growl.

"You feel so good" you moan your lips barely touching his. You tighten your cunt around him and watch his face and give a little smirk at rhe look on his face.

"You're gonna pay for that" he growls, Zoro snaps his hips sharply making you cry out he pounds into you hard and fast. Your nails leaving marks behind the force of his thrusts rock the bed hard.

"Promise?" You moan out, zoro doesn't say anything at first just rolls so you are now on top. With this new Position he was even deeper making you moan loudly.

"Fucking ride me" he growls his hands holding tightly to your hips your hands on his chest your nails leaving little marks as you start to ride him fast and hard. You slamd down crying out his name as you feel the bubble close to popping. His hands grabs your ass and hips hard bringing you even closer. In the blink of and eye you are back on your back looking up at Zoro as he pounds hard into you. Your nails leaving marks down his back.

“So close! Zoro Please” you moan wanting to cum but not able to you hear him grunt and he leans down and kisses you roughly biting your lip as he pulls away.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls his thrusts never changing your mind to clouded with the pleasure to answer only moaning he growls and pinches your nipple hard making you cry out and your mind to clear a bit.

“YOU! I belong to you! Please Zoro” you moan and beg for him to let you cum feeling like you could exploud at any moment.

“Good girl, Cum on my cock” he growls, you scarem out his name as you cum hard your vision going white you heard nothing but the ringing in your ear, You finally start to come back to yourself slowly and see zoro leaning over you kissing the side of your neck up to your ear. You could hear his voice and your hands ran up his arm to the side of his head and you stroke his face softly.

“That was a first for me” You grin up at him and he chuckles softly

“There will be alot of firsts, now get some rest. I;m not done with you yet” he says laying on his back and pulling you flush to his side and holding you to him and he closed his eyes. You lay there and watch him for a moment before you close your eyes and fall into the world of dreams.

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