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CoD | Diverse Reader/OC Fic Directory

Note: Curious to know why a Diverse fic list is necessary for Fandom space? Are you asking yourself ‘This is supposed to be fun, why do we need this?’ Well take a look at the Hall of Shame.

Please don’t send me questions about explaining further without previous due diligence. I'm not a teacher and I will not respond. If you would like to suggest an addition or removal feel free to message me!

Last Updated: (08/25/24)

Order arranged as follows:

Title | Author | Length | Genre/Type | Pairings

Icon Legend:

** | Dark fic or Mature; U | Unknown/Unspecified

Dark Fics or Fics with potentially triggering content will be notated with a ‘**’ Please be responsible and mind the author's descriptions! For now this will only contain recommendations for the Call of Duty Fandom. If there is a desire for a multi-fandom directory I will consider facilitating that later on <3

PoC Readers/OC’s

♠ Black/AA Readers/OC

♠ Indigenous Readers/OC

♠ Latine/Latinx Readers/OC

♠ South Asian Readers/OC

♠ South East Asian Readers/Oc

Retirement Party | Sentientcave | Romance**| Price x Filipino!Reader

♠ East Asian Readers/OC

TF141 w/ Japanese Reader | All-Purpose-Dish-Soap | Fluff | Imagine/Drabble | TF 141 x Reader

♠ Polynesian Readers/OC

TBC

♠ Biracial/Unspecified POC Readers/OC

Brown skin, pretty brown eyes | Disgustingtwitches | Oneshot | Smut | Gaz x Reader

LGBTQIA+ Readers/OC’s

♠ Gender non conforming Readers/OC

Can you check Me? | Syoddeye | Imagine/Drabble | TF 141 x Reader

TransMasc Readers/OC

♠ TransFemme Readers/OC

TBC

♠ Bisexual Readers/OC

TBC

♠ Aromantic Readers/OC

Ghost & Kate w/ Aro Reader | Captainjamster | Drabble/Imagine | Ghost or Laswell x Reader

♠ Lesbian Readers/OC

Disabled & Neurodivergent Readers/OC

♠ Characters w/ Physical Disabilities

♠ Characters w/ Mental Health Issues & Disabilities

♠ Neuro-divergent Characters

Size & Height Inclusive Readers/OC’s

♠ Plus Sized/Fat Readers/OC

♠ Tall Readers/OC

I like My Women Tall w/ a Big Ass | Disgustingtwitches | Oneshot | Smut | König x Reader

#yall should have known if i've shut the fuck up for too long I'm up to no good #will update as I go so if anyone wants to add anything hmu #directory

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shunshunrika · 1 year

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jjk! boys as Bumble matches

ft. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro.

content : aged up! characters, suggestive texts, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

mdni, ageless blogs dni~~~

Satoru Gojo, 28

Highschool Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College

'Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one!' ... is my favorite quote from a suspense thriller I watched when I was a kid. I have a big ego and even bigger...heart! If you are into movie watching and mochi-shop hopping, hmu~

🔗 6'3 (190cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Something Casual, Open to Long Term

🍷Drinks: Never

🐶Pets: Human by the name of Megumi

INTERESTS: 🧁, 🎥, 🎮, ⚾, 🕶

Suguru Geto, 28

Director at Geto and Associates

Baby, are you a curse? Because I want to delve into the occult for you~ Apart from my philanthropic ventures to help humanity, I frequently engage in stand-up comedy and on the spot 'aura-readings'. I would really like to get to know someone nice and genuine and make them my family *wink wink*

🔗 6'2 (187cm)

🏛 Politically inclined

🍼Children: Want many - looking to grow my 'family'

🔍Looking for: Marriage

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: Cursed Spirits~

INTERESTS: 👨‍👩‍👦, ⛩, 📚, ♠, 🎀

Kento Nanami, 27

Accounts Clerk at Tokyo Department of Finance and Commerce

Humble, hardworking guy looking for a meaningful relationship. Would love to go on a date to a museum or a theatre play to get to know you better. Would prefer if we take a few dates to see how things go. If you have any requests or conditions before hand, let me know - I will accommodate them to the best of my ability. Looking forward to having a great interaction.

🔗 6' (183cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term Relationship

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Siamese Cat

INTERESTS: 👔, 🖥, 📰, 💹, 📐

Toji Fushiguro, 37

Freelance Killer - (hmu for prices!)

If you have an answer for 'What was the best night of your life?' be prepared to have it changed. A hands-on dad. No, not the father kind, the 'my princess is taking me so well' kind. Into the strong, no non-sense typa gal. Would appreciate if said gal can handle a drink or two with me. hmu and I might take you along on to a gym sesh.

🔗 6'2 (188cm)

🏛 Don't Care

🍼Children: Already have 2

🔍Looking for: Something Casual

🍷Drinks: Frequently

🐶Pets: One Pet Curse/Weapon Purse - and you will probably become my pet too

INTERESTS: ⚔, 🥷, 🏋,🔒, 🍷

Yuuji Itadori, 20

College Student (Mechanical Engineering) - National Institute of Technology, Sendai College

Hi! I am Yuuji! Ace Athlete at Sendai College! Also a proud puppy dad! Beneath my cheerful and carefree demeanor lies an unyielding resolve and a heart full of bravery. Yeah, I'd like to mention I have won multiple bravery awards as a teen (subtle flex) If you'd like, Let's go on rock climbing or to an arcade to see if we're compatible! Don't panic if I tickle you or slap your back too hard!! I'll give you a piggy back if you get tired!

🔗 5'8 (173cm)

🏛 Apolitical

🍼Children: Don't know yet

🔍Looking for: Short Term (Open to Long Term)

🍷Drinks: Socially

🐶Pets: One Shiba Inu!

INTERESTS: 🦮, 🚀, 🧗, 🎢, 🪄

Megumi Fushiguro, 19

College Student (International Relations) - University of Tokyo

Hello. I am Megumi Fushiguro. I am currently a student and looking to date someone long-term. I don't have many conditions or an ideal type but I'd like for the person I date to have unshakable resolve as I find it to be huge, huge turn on. :) I am into coffee shops although it's an overdone date trend. If you want, we can do indoor games and chill at my home. hmu if you want my number!

🔗 5'9 (175cm)

🏛 Liberal

🍼Children: Want Someday

🔍Looking for: Long Term

🍷Drinks: Avoids, Black Coffee for the win.

🐶Pets: 10 animals that come with my technique

INTERESTS: 🍵, 🏫, 📚, ✈, 🎧

Disclaimer: All the pictures used were taken from Pinterest, credits to respective owners! Let me know if you want to add explicit credit.

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peachy-cheeks · 1 year

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masterlist By Character

as of 02.21.2024

♥ (Fluff) | ♣ (Angst) | ♦ (Headcannon) | ♠ (NSFW)

Gojo Satoru

one shots

refreshing ♥ | word count: 2,860

JJK Men and Drinks ♦ | word count: 646

series

day to day ♦ ♠ [ongoing] | i | ii | iii

we still have time ♣ ♠ [ongoing] | arrival | i | ii | iii | iv

Nanami Kento

one shots

never a farewell, but see you soon ♣♠ | word count: 4,576

JJK Men and Drinks ♦ | word count: 646

series

defined ♣ [ongoing] | i

Kusakabe Atsuya

A to Z ♦ ♠

Miscellaneous/Unlisted

JJK Men and Drinks ♦ | word count: 646

#masterlist #index

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eynes · 3 months

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》•°♧ Introduction post

Idk how to do an intro acc so I'ma just go freestyle

♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎

-~¤ name : eynes !

-~¤ age : almost 16

-~¤ pronouns : any, even for the gender i don't really care

-~¤ interests : drawing, reading, philosophy, science, martial arts, classical literature (esp dostoyevsky)

-~¤ main fandoms: dostoyevsky books, bsd, jojo, jjk and atla

♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎♤♠︎

》 dostoyevsky part 《

♤~• fav book: notes from the underground or demons

♤~• fav character (also my biggest kinnies): raskolnikov & kirillov !

Anyhow that's all ! I'm not regular in my activity, I can be extra active for a month and disappear out of nowhere 😭

#dostoevksy #promoting myself #classical literature

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astra-aki · 3 years

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How they would confess to ya

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Maki Zenin, Satoru Gojo, Nobara Kugisaki, Yuji Itadori, Kento Nanami

Request: [Nope] Yup

Maki

I think she'd write ya a letter

like in a pretty envelope and closed with a wax seal

as for the contents of the letter

Maki probably wouldn't pour her feelings out on paper

it'd probably be something simple

something along the lines of

Y/N, I've known you for a while and have been lucky to become friends with you. However, there's something I must tell you. I am in love with you. I understand if you don't feel the same and I hope we can still remain friends.

Gojo

ok so I think he'd just text you

or maybe call

like he'd be super casual and just say

hey Y/N this is random but I just wanted to let ya know that I have a crush on you, do whatever ya want with this information

and too right after he realizes it like he'd just realize he likes you and his immediate thought is "ah yes let me tell them"

this man does not do hopeless pining

Nobara

I think Noba would take you shopping and then at the end after buying you some stuff you were looking at she'd confess

something along the lines of

Y/N before you leave I have to tell you something important. I really like you and I don't know if you feel the same but if you don't I hope we can still be friends!!

and she'd prob do it in that little bow thing that girls in anime do with candy to their crushes, like this

Itadori

he'd be the person that makes/buys his crush a ton of things and makes it into a little gift basket thing

so he'd prob have your favorite candy/snack, maybe a book if they like reading, or just other stuff he knows you like

as well as a letter with him just pouring his feelings out on paper

like he'd pine over you for a few month and then decide "fuck it I'm gonna get executed eventually, yolo" and then do all of this

that letter btw? an easy 2 pages long, and he'd write it by hand to make it feel more personal

he is a vvv sweet boy and I will personally steal your eyes if you hurt him

(I may or may not have done all of that for my 2 crushes)

Nanamin

he simply

wouldn't

this man would simply pine to death

but there is one way the truth comes out

if he's drunk

i'd like to think of our precious Nanamin here as a very talkative drunk

just talking about anything and everything that comes to mind

and if he's drunk with you? oooo he's definitely talking it

like you personality and how attractive he finds you and just anything

honestly its really cute he'd have this sappy smile and just ramble until he thinks about something else or falls asleep

(and then when he wakes up you get to tease him about it)

Masterlist

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cardsbizarreadventure · 3 years

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Did yall forget that Sukuna is megumisexual?

☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆ Guess he is getting the double treatment then :3 . Now she has a buddy to fight against Sukuna LMFAO - Cards

#// mun talks #// mun cards #♠♣♥♦ cards hours #cards memes #cards doodles #joelle joestar #megumi fushiguro #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen au #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk au

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lavienjin · 3 years

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dress down | a jjk drabble

Summary: There's a sale going on in your favourite store so you nag Jungkook to take you. One stuck zipper later, Jungkook joins you inside, to "help" you out of the dress.

♠ Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader ♠ Word Count: 2,143 2.2k ♠ Genre/AU: college au • fwb to lovers au ♠ Rating: 18+. This fic and the series itself is not suitable for younger audiences. ♠ Warnings: semi-public sex • hair pulling • multiple orgasms • oral (f. receiving) • protected sex • dirty talk • name calling (slut) • the return of moon's mirror kink ♠ Author's Note: this work can be read as a stand alone but it's actually a drabble for pen pals! i wrote it super quickly so it does go from 0 to 100 real quick because i wanted it out there as soon as possible hehe! it's also written for the lovely rid @taegularities who inspires me to write after ruining me with "ruin you". yes i am the galaxy anon and i just! was too shy! i hope you enjoy it, rid! @sunshinekims sophie, thank you so much for being my beta reader! i appreciate all the comments and the correction!!! thank you for being patient with me ;; i can't wait for your jungkook fic to come out 👀

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"Come to the mall with me?" you bat your eyelashes towards Jungkook, a dance of a smile on your face as you pout. "You're the only person I know that's available and has a car, right now," you explain when Jungkook's eyebrow darts upwards to the high heavens.

"And here I thought you hate spending time with me," he chuckles as he closes his textbook, standing up to stretch his tired limbs.

You're in his apartment, to no one's surprise, and after spending hours in front of your laptop, your phone notifies you of a flash sale happening in one of your favourite stores. In big red letters, the promotion boasts 60% off of everything and your eyes turned wide instantly, imagining the beautiful dresses you've been eyeing since last month. As luck would have it, you've also just gotten paid yesterday and after setting aside money for rent and utilities, you have more than enough to spend on at least a dress.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch if you take me. Please?"

Jungkook sighs in defeat, shaking his head as he stands up to grab his keys, unlocking the apartment door. Dejected, you thought he was leaving, until he lingers on the doorframe, throwing a cheeky grin in your direction.

"You coming?" he calls out as he steps foot outside. You squeal inwardly, putting on your shoes hastily to join him in the corridor.

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You can swear to high heavens that you're a decent member of society. Sure, there were times when you lied to your parents about your whereabouts and maybe you've rolled through a stop sign without actually coming to a complete stop. But it doesn't make you a bad person for doing those things, right? This time, however, you just might have taken things a bit too far.

Your mouth gapes open at the silent moan you can't utter. The reflection in the mirror shows an image of a girl in a bright yellow dress, forehead dotted with sweat and eyes half-lidded, all while she’s rutting her hips against the beautiful face of a boy on his knees. His fingers dig into her thighs as his tongue swipes alphabets on her weeping cunt.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs from underneath your dress, his fingers leaving your thighs to drag against your slit, pushing into your entrance slightly as you tremble at the feeling. "You have to be extra quiet for me, okay?" Jungkook smirks as he pops the finger in his mouth, licking his digits clean, humming approvingly at your taste.

Whimpering quietly, you nod, locking your eyes on his dark pupils for a moment before Jungkook smiles, returning to his task at hand. "You taste so good, baby," he praises, dragging his tongue along your cunt, drinking in your arousal, eyes shining so bright as he watches for your reactions.

"Jungkook - I can't," you rasp above him, getting agonizingly close to your release as you roll your hips on his face again, a low groan emitting from his throat. "Gonna cum, fuck!" Your gasping breath replaces the moan of his name, knowing that you can't be too loud in your otherwise compromised position. If someone were to walk by, there's no denying the squelch, squelch, squelch of your pussy swallowing his fingers in. You're not sure who to thank, never one to believe in the higher power, but the store is incredibly busy, coworkers shouting among each other and patrons laughing all around you, allowing you to moan a little louder as he edges you closer.

"Cum for me," he groans, thrusting his fingers faster in your cunt and using his thumb to swipe circles on your sensitive clit. It doesn't take long when you whine wantonly in a broken voice, thighs trembling as clear liquid dribble down your thighs, your walls spasming around his digits. Jungkook is quick to react, licking your arousal flowing freely down your leg and drinking it all in as he helps you through your orgasm, his hands on your hips as your body shakes violently.

You try to catch your breath, pretending to be upset at the situation that thrusts itself in this confined space, but all your thoughts slip from your mind when Jungkook stands, pants straining against his thick length as he rolls his hips against you, kissing at your neck to leave small purple marks behind. "Think you can do one more?" he whispers, dragging his perfect teeth on the shell of your earlobe.

Breathing hard, you grab his neck to crash your lips into his, nipping your way into his mouth as you card your fingers through his hair, tugging at the purple locks harshly. Go bald, Jungkook, you motherfucker, you want to screech, but the workers probably wouldn't be too thrilled to know that there's an extra person in the dressing room. Plus, this was sort of your idea. So you grab at his length instead, palming his erection as he moans into the kiss; Jungkook's arm around your waist and the other resting by your head to avoid crushing you. "You brought a condom with you, right?" you gasp when your lips part, needing air to survive.

"Always," Jungkook winks, digging in his back pocket to fish out the familiar gold packet. You undo his belt, letting it thud on the floor as you free his erection from its confines. Jungkook moans quietly when the cold air hits his cock, the red, weeping head twitching slightly as his back arches. Ripping the foil, he stuffs himself in the condom, pumping his length a few times and shoving the trash in another pocket.

"Face the wall," he commands as he strokes his cock to your ruined body.

You scowl but you do as you're told, gathering up the dress so it bunches around your hips as you place your hands against the cold, white plywood. Jungkook lines himself with your entrance and inch by glorious fucking inch, he pushes past your velvet walls, the two of you moaning quietly in unison. He slips out quickly only to slam back in one fluid motion, sheathing himself fully inside you, sending shivers down your spine as you claw at the white walls of the dressing room. You sneak a glance at the mirror, marveling at the way your bodies are connected with one another, watching Jungkook's blissful, fucked out face. His head's tipped backwards, mouth hanging open at the sensation of your walls spasming around him.

"Fuck," Jungkook breathes as he grabs your hips, thrusting slowly into your fluttering walls. He gathers your hair in a ponytail, testing the tug a few times. When you don't respond, he tugs a little harder, your body leaving the wall, back arching towards him, moaning sinfully as you bring your eyes towards the mirror to watch him fuck you.

“Ah-- Jung--”

"Miss? I heard a shout... Is everything okay in there?" comes a knock from the door, startling the two of you into halting.

"Y-Yes!" you squeak rather loudly. "Sorry, my hair got stuck in the zipper."

"Do you need help, miss?" the worker asks worryingly. You pray silently that she doesn't come into the room, knowing that she has the key to unlock the door at any point in time.

"No!" comes your hasty reply and you take big breaths in before saying it again. "I'm okay, th-thanks!"

The worker seems uncertain and she starts making polite conversation, unaware to the sinful actions that are currently happening behind the thin plywood door. "Do you want me to grab you another colour of the dress? I think the mint one will look good with your skin tone!"

You try to answer her questions as best as you could, but your mind halts to a complete stop when Jungkook continues to fuck into you slowly, a mischievous smirk on his lips when the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. He brings a finger on his lips as he drags his cock into your weeping pussy, the sound of skin against skin ringing loudly against the confined walls, though you know no one else can hear it. Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the moan that's threatening to spill from your throat and you clench your pussy in revenge, relishing the grunt that tumbles from Jungkook's lips.

"Miss? Do you want the mint one?" the worker's voice snapping you from your fucked out thoughts.

You nod fervently before realising that there isn't a way for her to see your action. Just as you're about to speak, Jungkook drags his cock out of you before slamming in harshly, his hands tug harder on your hair. "Yes!" you cry out, gasping for breath.

"O-Okay! I'll go get that for you," the worker knocks once to signify her departure, probably surprised at your excited cry.

You glare at Jungkook in the mirror, though it doesn't last long when he repeats the action, driving you close to the brink of insanity as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He picks up the pace, driving his cock into your cunt deeper when he hears a commotion going outside, (something about a rip in one of the dresses) bringing your body flush against his as his arm snakes around your waist, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"You're so beautiful in this dress, you should get it," he gasps in your ear, releasing your hair to find your clit, rubbing harshly to help aid your orgasm along.

"With the - ah, fuck, there - mess we've created? I'd be too embarrassed to - ah - return it. So, of course I'm buying this fucking dress," you whisper, turning your head slightly towards him so he hears you.

"Yeah? Such a needy slut. You knew what you were doing when you asked me to help zip you up, didn't you? Fuck, this dress doesn't even have a zipper. You just can't go without my cock for a day, huh? Dirty fucking slut wants everyone to know how good you feel. Look in the mirror - fuck - you're so good to me. You take my cock so well. You're going to cum right here, then? In the fucking dressing room where everyone can hear you?" Jungkook taunts as he brings you dangerously closer towards the edge, whines leaving your lips as his grip tightens around you.

Jungkook growls as your pussy tightens, the dangerous combination of his fingers and cock dragging out a second orgasm from you. The familiar burn in your stomach causes your body to thrash against his grip, but he holds you steady, whispering how well you're taking his cock and to wait until the two of you get home because he isn't quite finished with you yet. You manage a strangled cry and a hiss of his name as your body goes rigid, the waves of pleasure bringing you over the edge, relishing in the toe-curling orgasm as your body spasms under his touch.

He fares no better, feeling your walls constrict against his cock and with a harsh yet quiet groan of your name, he paints the condom white, thrusting a few more times into your ruined cunt to prolong his orgasm. Jungkook kisses your shoulders as he exits out of you, removing the condom and tying it up in one fluid motion, placing it inside one of the small bags to throw out later.

As you try to catch your breath, there's a quiet knock on the door again. "Miss? I have the mint dress hanging out front here. Come, uh, come grab it from outside when you're ready," she says hesitantly and you hear the squeaking of her footsteps dragging her away from your sinful deeds.

"Do you think she knows?" Jungkook chuckles as he wipes your hair away from your damp forehead.

"Did you hear the strangled way she says 'come'? There's no way she doesn't know," you giggle, turning towards the mirror to fix yourself while you shrug on your discarded clothes on the floor.

"How much does the dress cost anyw- holy fucking shit, are all women's clothes this expensive?" Jungkook balks at the zeroes that attach itself behind the two digit numbers.

"First of all, it's on sale for 60%, so it's not going to be that expensive. Second of all, I have to buy this dress, Jungkook. It's cute. And we soiled it," you pout as you poke his chest, gathering up the folded fabric to make a swift exit away from the dressing room.

And maybe it's just your imagination, but perhaps the two of you aren't being discreet enough, even though you made sure to exit separately, because the cashier has a pink flush on her face as she scans your item with trembling hands, unable to hold your gaze. With a sigh and an empty bank account, you leave the store feeling somewhat defeated, knowing that it'll be a long time before you're able to step foot inside the store again.

Oh well, there's always online shopping.

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Posted: 7th June 2021 at 10:10pm CST

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philliamwrites · 2 years

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awake, awake, you children bold take hold of all your books and fold the corners they warned us, a storm is coming on

˚₊·✧ welcome ✧·₊˚

˚₊· ☽ philliam ⋆ 26 ⋆ she/them ☾ ·₊˚

♠ ao3 ⋆ ko-fi ♠

͟͟͞͞➳ this blog contains sfw and nsfw work for multiple fandoms. if you are a minor/ageless blog, do not interact with anything tagged phill.nsfw & phill.smut, you will be blocked. thank you and enjoy!

˚₊· latest uploads

• 19.03 - SWYAATL 17: Nature Offers Her Violence | eren x fem! reader, canon divergence

• 10.03 - you are in the earth of me 01: let the dead hollers hum | anthony lockwood x fem! reader

˚₊· current wips

♠ aot: stay where you are and then leave chpt. 18

♠ l&c: you are in the eath of me chpt. 02

˚₊· masterlist

○ aot ○ jjk ○ hq ○ genshin ○ fe3h ○ p5 ○ vnc ○ kh ○ aftg ○

"what's it like," the children ask? it's just like falling snow, i am above you and i love you ... don't you know?

#navigation #masterlist

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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Hey Nat! I saw that anons request, and I was wondering a scenario about Sukuna making reader his little pet, with reader being a sorcerer and just giving it their all until they completely submit but not without a fight, and maybe some spicy things including maybe knives????

this is nasty and i don’t care <3

Knowing Your Place - Sukuna x Reader (5k)

You really thought you could get the best of him?

♠ DARK CONTENT WARNING ♠

reblogs and comments always appreciated! <3 / my jjk masterlist

warnings: afab reader, no pronouns, not sfw. DUB-CON. power imbalance. knifeplay, blood, references to cannibalism, true form & double-dick sukuna, reader is a sorcerer (and a virgin) who is beat down into becoming sukuna’s pet. use of the term ‘master’, slurs like ‘whore’, degradation, much talk about death/violence.

You did your best.

You tell yourself that, face pressed to the ground, breath coming in whispers and wheezes. You ache all over; an ache that has gone beyond the point of pain. You did your absolute best; you held your own longer than most sorcerers would have, you know it. If he had been anybody else--

No good thinking about it now. You tremble as your hands meet the floor. You had been so proud of yourself for getting past the defences, the loyal followers – even Sukuna’s eyes (all of them) had widened briefly, grin pulling at his mouth, that you had managed such an impressive feat.

You’re going to die.

The thought settles around you like a comfortable blanket. This is it. Sukuna is stepping closer to you, his feet echoing in the empty hall that you think must be the equivalent to a throne room. When he reaches you fully, you are going to be kicked off of the mortal coil.

You did your best. You had fought like a fury, as well as you could – called on every single reserve of cursed energy you had, and it was all going to be for nothing. If you had the energy, you would have laughed – as it is, though, all you can do is stare at the feet that come to a stop in front of you. You lift your head slightly to meet death’s gaze head-on – Sukuna is peering down at you, and the sight of it makes your stomach roll in a wave of pure terror.

One of his hands reaches down and takes hold of your hair. You think he is going to rent it from your head, or perhaps rent your head entirely from your neck – but he just tugs, so that you stumble onto two feet despite the aching and the weariness of your bones.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would, sorcerer.”

The word is dripping with derision. But . . . it’s dripping with something else, too. Something that makes your heart skip a beat, your body react to the buzzing intonation beneath his low, deep voice.

You clench your fist, willing some of your last reserves of energy – you must have some inside of you still, you have to! Sukuna seems amused, even as one of his other hands reaches out and grabs your own – faint embers of the pale lavender energy fading and sparking to nothing in his large fist. He snorts.

“Contrite even in the face of your death?” He asks you, mockingly. The hand wrapped around your hair has still not let go of it, and you are utterly at his mercy, even as a third hand reaches and strokes across your cheek. “You know. I enjoy some fight in my toys.”

“I—I’m not--” You say. Your voice comes out cracked and sore, like pushing through the final metre of a marathon; but it comes out, and that’s more than you were expecting.

“Not what?” He bares his teeth in a mockery of a grin. “Contrite? Or . . . oh, you’re taking issue with me calling you a toy?” The hand on your face moves to your chin, jerking it forward as he leans some of his own bulk down, his face too close to yours. The entire thing feels intimate, your skin crawling. You know what that it is, in his eyes – how many times have you seen it, on men who have wondered your capacity for a spouse? It’s interest, and the thought makes your blood run cold at the same time as it makes everything else feel hot.

It’s the adrenaline, you try and tell yourself. From the fight. It’s not – I don’t want--

He chuckles.

“But that’s what you are, isn’t it?” Everything he says comes out condescending. “Even now, I get to dangle you in front of me and decide – shall I kill you now? Slit your pretty neck? Curse you, so you may spend an eternity not remembering what you were fighting for? Ahh! The decisions, that those who bear power must make--”

Too close. He’s too close, his mouth full of sharp teeth, all of his eyes sharp with hunger. He’s too strong, where his fingers are still on you. He’s too powerful, and you have nowhere left to run--

You don’t want to die.

You wonder if he can sense that. You wonder if he can see that your mind is replaying every choice you’ve ever made, cursing the day you took upon jujutsu sorcery as a path. You had always known you were going to be ended like this, but the actual threat before you now is more than even your own brain had been able to prepare you for.

He licks his lips, agonisingly slowly – his tongue sharper, longer, than a human tongue should be. You suppose nothing about Ryomen Sukuna is truly human any more.

You hate the bolt of heat that the sight of his tongue sends through you.

“I think I’ll keep you,” he says.

You blink at him, not quite keeping up with the decision. Your wide-eyed stare, on a face bruised and hollow from the invigorating fight, is nothing to him beyond foolishly adorable. You have no idea what he means, despite the fact that want is radiating off of you and he can smell your desire in the air.

You’ll submit easily.

“I don’t understand--” you whisper. “A-are you not . . . I’m--”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he says with that same grin, that same light in his eyes that at once intrigues and terrifies you. “I could snap you in half at any moment. I might still do that, if I get bored with you. But – little sorcerer, little morsel, little pet-- you don’t really want to die, do you?”

You should be brave. You should accept your death graciously. Jujutsu sorcerers are supposed to die for their duty, after all. But you are not, now that death is standing before you with four arms and two faces and a grin on his face that makes wicked thoughts arise in you.

“No,” you whisper. You receive a pat on your cheek, a pleased hum – his hands on you letting go, so you are forced to stand under your own power. He steps back, making a show of eyeing up your form.

“Take off your clothes,” he says. “Don’t keep me waiting. You won’t like it if I get impatient.”

Your fingers are trembling. Exhaustion is still echoing through your bones – but with it, now, is something else. Need. Want. It’s so much easier to submit. And . . . you let the thoughts that have been threatening you since the moment you first laid eyes on him flood your senses. Despite his monstrous nature, despite the height and the muscle and the faces, the too-many limbs and too-many mouths and too-many eyes, there is something about Sukuna that makes you want to squeeze your thighs together and bite your lip.

“What did I say?” His voice is warning, but he has returned to the place he was sat when you had first entered his dwellings – a throne made of skulls. He taps one of his hands upon his knee, and you see the flash of something silver clutched between his fingers.

Your fear makes you fail to master the unknotting of your obi, and he sighs – a noise that goes through you completely, a noise that you swear could bring men to their knees.

“Come here.”

It is not a question. You can barely stand, but you do not want him to go back on his word not to kill you – you drag your feet forward, step by step, your breathing sounding very heavy in the echoing room. He had already told you not to keep him waiting – who knew what he might do to you, now?

A soft laugh, as you finally reach his throne, and your ankles give out so you sink to your knees.

“Pretty position for you, pet.” One hand lazily leans forward and you see the flash of your own dagger in it; the one carved with protective symbols, that ought to have burnt his skin where it touched him. He makes a show of it, dangling the dagger, wagging it before your face. “Did you really think something like this would have any effect on me?” He sounds almost sorry that you’d fall for such lies.

“The-- the charms,” you say. “They should burn--”

“You would have burnt me?” He holds one hand to his chest in mock distress. “Ah! What have I done to deserve such contempt?” A wolfish smile. “Don’t answer the question.”

“I-it should have protected--”

He interrupts you.

“Foolish little thing. This won’t protect you a whit. In fact--” There’s that grin again, and suddenly his hand has moved faster than you can see and there is a stinging all across your cheek and your clothes are split, down the middle, revealing everything you have as the loose fabric falls to either side of you. The blade is sharp enough to have cut through every layer you are wearing, and if you still had the energy perhaps you would try and draw your body inwards to hide from Sukuna’s hungry eyes.

You do not have the energy – and less so, as you feel blood drip down over your cheekbone, onto your shoulder. Sukuna chuckles again, a finger coming to catch the droplets. His other hand lets the dagger drop onto the floor with a clatter, paying no mind to it, as if it’s just another worthless object and not the thing that has helped you exercise dozens of curses – as if you hadn’t walked into this room thinking it would exorcise him.

He raises the finger, glistening dark red, to his mouth – his tongue darting out again, your body responding to the sight of it with a throb as he briefly tilts his head back to savour the taste.

“Sweet. If I wasn’t going to keep you, pet,” he breathes, his eyes dark. “I would eat you alive.”

There are rumours, about Sukuna – ones that make you think that he means this entirely literally. Your mouth opens, but no words come to you. You’re completely gone.

“You’re pretty,” this one is off-handed, as he reaches to untie his own loose kimono, to let it fall from him. He is comfortable, as he reveals the muscles he is hiding beneath the fabric, the thick bands of his tattoos wrapping about bicep and wrist and thigh. Your breath catches as he casually moves fabric from between his thighs, and you see the two cocks between his thighs, on top of one another. “You’ll do nicely, little pet.”

One of his hands reaches around the nape of your neck, dragging you forward so your cheek bumps against the tip of the topmost cock, smearing slick pre-come into the blood.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks, sounding almost bored. You swallow back the choke of fear, as you shake your head. Jujutsu sorcery does not leave much time for such carnal pleasures, and even if it did – with what Sukuna has beneath his clothes, could anyone really say that they’d ‘done this before’? He has the cruelty to laugh at your confession, as if it’s one of the funniest jokes he has ever heard. One of his hands curls around the base of his upper cock, the one still on your neck pulling you back. You know what he wants, so you open your mouth – grateful, at least, that it appears he’s only going to make you suck one.

“Good,” he breathes, as you’re forced onto it, your mouth opened wide. “I hate it when a whore thinks that they know tricks. You’re going to learn exactly what I like, pet – and eventually, you’re going to beg to be allowed to choke on my cocks.” Another inch slides inside and you will your mouth open wider, your clogged up throat to relax. “I don’t think I need to warn you not to bite.”

The idea doesn’t so much as cross your mind, as your tongue works across the ridges and the veins of his cock. You might not know what you are doing, but you have been trained to learn quickly – and judging from the light hiss that escapes his too-sharp teeth, you have made the right gamble. The hand on your neck tangles through your hair, keeping you pressed close to him – preventing you from pulling back.

“Use one of your hands on the other one,” he says. Your trembling hand comes up. This does not seem so intrinsic as sucking his cock – your hands are careful, gentle, fluttering over the shaft in a way that makes him let out a huff of amusement. “Poor little thing. You’re pure as the driven snow.”

You cannot speak. Not with so much of his cock – too big, too wide, too long – stuffed down your throat. You make some kind of hum around it, tears beading in your eyes, as you drag your tongue over the slit in the cock head and receive a flex of his fingers on your neck for your troubles.

“That’s right,” Sukuna is practically cooing at you. “You’re doing well, for a dumb little whore-- more of your tongue, pet—”

The way his dark, deep voice caresses the word ‘whore’ makes you whimper through the full mouth, a curl of heat blooming in your lower belly. You know that you’re slick. You can feel it, every time he presses you forward a little more, and bare skin rubs against bare skin – the friction making your eyelashes flutter, your head swim.

You want to please him. A little submissive switch in your brain has been flipped – and as you look up at Sukuna with tear-darkened eyes, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth, you do not see a monster so much as you see a deity.

How far you have fallen, for the price of your life.

For the price of that constant beating between your thighs, an urge you had never felt until you’d looked at Sukuna – one he had sensed immediately, and dangled over your head with a smirk and a bargain. You know he is the King of Curses – you know you should want to murder him where he stands.

So, why, then, are you sucking his cock like a good little pet, when you could make one last-ditch effort for glory? Why is one of your hands sliding backwards and forth on his other shaft, thumb rubbing over the slit, to try and win a groan from him that feels better than any exorcism you’ve ever completed?

“That’s enough,” He tugs your hair backwards, pulling you off of his shaft with a soft ‘pop’. You blink up at him again, half-dazed – and oh, Sukuna cannot help but like the expression on you. He has seen every argument you’ve had with yourself – sensed the spike of your arousal in the air.

Two hands push on your shoulders so that you topple onto your back, utterly at his mercy. You should be afraid. You should be fearing he will drive the dagger right through your heart.

But you are not. You let your knees fall apart, displaying your sex – glimmering with wet, hungry arousal – for the King of Curse’s viewing pleasure. And view he does.

It feels so good, to be on the floor, the aches and pains from your fight catching up to you all in one go. Did you really try so desperately to kill him not an hour ago?

It seems foolish, now. That you could ever think to best him

“Look at you,” his voice is scornful. “Imagine the shame.” He nudges your calf with one of his feet, even as he stands from the throne and sinks onto his own knees. One set of his hands comes to grip your hips, the other set grabbing your wrists to pin them either side of your head.

You are utterly and completely at his mercy, and there is something comforting in the thought of it.

“Pathetic,” he says to you, but his voice is thick with hunger. “You bowed so quickly, sorcerer. As much as I love spirit in my toys –” He shifts, the hands on your hips sliding over your outer thighs, to the v between your thighs. Thumbs pull the plump lips of your labia apart, displaying your cunt to its fullest for his two sets of eyes. You burn underneath the wordless stare, the hungry way he devours the sight. “I prefer someone who knows their place.”

You can feel your own slick dripping from your hole, shaming you; the pulse of your clit as he remains there, drinking in the view of you helpless and at his mercy.

“Do you know your place, pet?”

There’s a low thrum of danger in the question, and you suddenly know – you know that if you give him the wrong answer, everything else he’s said will mean nothing. He will end you. This will be it. You swallow the panic that crawls up your throat, blink back the panicked blinding lights that threaten to overwhelm you.

You do know the answer.

“Yes,” you breathe out, your voice a whisper of wind compared to the way his seems to come from the very ground itself.

He chuckles, deep and dark. Your wrists feel like they could snap under his grip, if he wanted them to. He releases his thumb from one side of your sex, in order to swipe a sharp-tipped finger through the slit, your slick gathering beneath his digit with a lewd, wet noise that has heat rushing to your face and threatening to overwhelm you.

“Yes, what?” He asks, the scale tipping dangerously in his favour.

“Yes . . . Master.”

The hiss that escapes him this time is one of delight, as he shifts forwards.

“Good little pet,” he snarks, and you feel one of his cocks catch on the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, hands coming to gather your thighs and spread them even further. The sharp fingernail claws prick into the soft flesh of you, enough to draw blood – but you are already bleeding, and it is of no consequence compared to the sensation of his cock pushing forward, filling you, opening you up wider and wider as the hot heat of your cunt wraps around him and welcomes him as if it was made to take him. “Knowing your place is the most important lesson to learn. The others will come in time.”

“I—I’m a fast learner--” you manage, and your heart skips a beat as you surprise a laugh from the demon-God above you. He thrusts his hips further in, the stretch deep and inescapable. He had looked big, you thought, but it is no match for how he feels as he claims you.

You feel utterly taken, stretched to your breaking point and then some – and even as he continues to drive his cock inside you, you realise that he is not close to being done.

“A good pet,” Sukuna is saying, but his words sound far away. “Takes what their Master gives them-- you’re going to take all of my cock, aren’t you?”

You wish you could wrap your fingers around his shoulders for leverage, but his first set of arms still has hands pinning you to the ground. All you can do is let him push, your own nails digging into the soft flesh of your palms.

“Yes, Master!” Your voice is breathy, needy, hungry. He is so deep inside of you. The head of his cock seems uncomfortably close to bottoming out, before he has managed to do the same.

“Next time,” he growls, “you’ll take both at the same time--”

You think it would break you, but you would do it. You would let him break you, you think – his presence is entirely disorienting. Did you really once hate him, when he is capable of making feelings like this run through your body? You cannot imagine the feeling of defeating him would come close to the feeling of gratification as he finally reaches his end, and you realise you have taken him.

“Cute,” he sneers, staring down at you – and as you follow the path of his eyes, you see the bulge in your stomach – where his inhuman cock’s outline is so close to the surface he can be seen inside of you. “I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my seed too, pet. I wonder how much you’ll distend with both of my cocks inside of you? It seems almost too thrilling to wait to find out--”

There’s that savage grin again, the one with the teeth like fangs in his mouth – the one that makes your body clench around him, and Sukuna bark out a laugh.

“Little whore,” he says, but the term is affectionate as he pulls his cock out of you in one long stroke, before thrusting back in just as quickly and fiercely.

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts – but it feels so good. You wail aloud, the noise breaking and pitching, your entire body rocking with the motion of his thrusts despite how you are being pinned to the ground beneath you.

“You’ll learn to be seen and not heard, too,” he snarls, as he begins to establish a rhythm in his fucking. “Like a pretty little toy should be—”

You try your level best to please him, to press your lips together and not let the whimpers come spilling out – but you are too tired, and the sensation too new.

“Adorable,” he sneers again. “So obedient, little pet – but for now, make whatever noises you want. It will be harder with one of my hands around your throat, later on – so let me hear you now, so I might know what a pretty caged bird I’ll have for myself when you’re trained--”

You can feel his second cock, rutting into the space below your cunt – in another position, perhaps he could have penetrated both of your holes at once, and the thought has you all wet and needy. It has never occurred to you before then; something about his presence crawls all over you, like his evil - his sin - is catching.

You are making soft noises, whimpers-come-mewls, with every slick pump of him inside of you. You can feel wetness all over you – leaking from between your thighs, from the puncture wounds on your outer legs, from the cut on your face. Everything smells like blood, and sweat, and sex – you should be disgusted. You should be clawing at the hands holding you down.

But your hips are moving in time with his, the stretch of him rubbing against a spot inside of you that feels like you’re being petted all over by feather-light, gentle tongues. He can see that he’s hitting it – his face feral, lit by a grin and a light that’s nothing if not unholy.

He’s gorgeous, like a fallen angel. The markings on his face, the inhuman sight of four eyes blinking down at you. No wonder people worship him like a God, you think, through the dull ache of pleasure that he is bringing to the front of your consciousness.

“I can feel you tightening,” he says, a warning tinge his voice. “You do not want to come before I do, little morsel. You do not want to see me displeased--”

“Please—” you gasp out. “I—I don’t know how to--”

His hips still and you groan aloud, recognising the way that the ache fades from between your thighs, the heat dissipating into the ether. His voice is stern.

“You will learn.”

A command. It makes you shiver, even with his cock still buried inside of you. There is the King of Curses again – able to change from playful to imposing in a moment.

He lets go of your wrists, the arms that were keeping those pinioned to the floor scooping you from the waist, lifting you and carrying you as if you weigh no more than a feather. He turns with his cock still inside of you, perching you on the edge of his throne.

A raw edge digs into your bared rump, and you know it is the ragged jawbone of a skull.

“You may hold on,” he tells you, with a glitter in all of his eyes. “I am going to stop holding back now, little pet – and you are going to take everything I give you, and you are going to thank me afterwards.” A hand cups your cheek in a mocking echo of gentleness. Your eyes are drawn to the mouth on his stomach – the flash of teeth as it, too, seems to lick it lips as it looks at your helpless, prone body.

I would eat you alive.

“Yes, Master,” you say – and Sukuna did not need the encouragement to begin with, but oh, it sounds pretty falling from your mouth. That same mouth had cursed and hissed at him earlier that evening – and now, you are calling him Master and looking at him like he hung the moon himself, like he’s salvation come at the end of a long night praying on your knees.

Sometimes even he cannot believe his own power.

You’re fucked into with relish, Sukuna’s powerful hips thrusting in and out of you with the relish of an unnatural creature chasing his own release. Evidently, the sight of you so utterly possessed and on his own throne, like a tribute to a well-won battle, has stoked something deep and primal within him.

You are glad you are permitted to hold onto the broadness of his shoulders, your sensitive skin pushed against sharp edges and smooth bone with every hungry plunge of his cock inside of you.

He groans with pleasure, as the thrusts begin to blur into one another and time seems to stand still. He is still hitting that particular spot inside of you with every strike of his cock against your walls, but the pleasure is no longer threatening to overwhelm you – it’s a dull throb, as it works its way up to its former intensity.

He will come first, and the thought makes relief wash over you.

“I’m going to claim you, little pet,” he hisses, like a snake. “You are going to take everything I give you, like the fucking-- gift-- it is--”

“I-it’s an honour, Master--” you babble, lifting your hips, sensing the shake in his hips, the tremble in his muscular thighs.

His second cock comes first, the friction from where your slick arousal has pooled in the cleft of your buttocks enough to make hot ropes of seed splatter over your bare skin, painting his throne with his own seed. He groans, chasing the second orgasm through--

“I’m going to make you clean that with your tongue,” he hisses against your neck, the arms not holding your thighs open coming to cling to the back of his throne so you are effectively caged on it. “From now on, you’ll take my come even if you have to fucking lick it from a puddle on the ground like a dog--”

You whine at the words, once more clenching around nothing, and it’s that clench that in the end pushes Sukuna over the edge.

The noise he makes when he reaches completion is more roar than anything else, a dark, deep thing that seems to rattle the bones you are seated on and the floor beneath you both. The twitch of his cock releasing thick spurts of his seed deep into you brushes that spongy spot of your silky walls with a final pulse, and your own peak quickly follows his.

It is like something exploding behind your eyelids, all white noise and bright colours – a hook beneath your stomach that drags all of the breath out of you. You cannot explain it beyond the sudden all-encompassing pulsing of your body, the heat that seems to wash over you, the pleasure so taut that it may as well be pain.

You mewl, fingers scrabbling against Sukuna’s shoulders, even as his own thrusts are finally coming to an end. He seems satisfied that he has fucked his come into you, and that you have taken his release as he tells you that a good pet should have.

“M-Master?” Your voice sounds soft, reedy, desperate. Sukuna looks down at you – poor little (former) sorcerer, turned to nothing but a fuck-toy for their enemy. Your eyes are so dark, your mouth lolling open – you’re still bleeding, hair matted, bruises beginning to bloom. “Did I . . .?”

Ryomen Sukuna is not a soft man. Sukuna likes to crush his enemies in the palm of his hand, play with them, make them sob and cry and regret that they ever had even a lingering thought that they might be half of a match for the King of Curses.

But there is something about you. Something about how you had fought for your life despite how clearly weak you were. Something about the way he had scented your arousal in the air, the way that you had looked defeated and broken on the floor – certainly, there is something about the way that you had fallen to your knees and accepted him as your Master that had stoked . . . amusement within him.

Yes, that’s right.

You’re a pretty little amusement, and he feels that Kings deserve to have their amusements and toys and Pets.

“You did well, little pet,” he murmurs to you, brushing his lips across your cheek, savouring the taste of your blood – he was not lying when he said he could eat you alive. When was the last time he tasted something so sweet? “You may rest.” Your eyes, trying so hard to stay open, flicker closed, as exhaustion finally claims your poor, overworked body, and you pass into oblivion.

All of Sukuna’s mouths curl into smiles.

“I am going to train you so beautifully.”

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