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✧ Sukuna Ryomen x Geisha!fem reader pt.7✧

✧ Tagging: @spn-obession @ladywolf44005

✧Word count: 6K

✧ Warnings: Smut, Minors dni, oral, blood/gore, fingerbang, teasing, rough smut, swearing, double penetration, anal, blood, mention of death

✧18+ | Minors DNI✧

✧ Notes: Thanks to all those likes and reblogs again, I really appreciate seeing comments or tags talking about how people like this little series. It truly brings joy to my heart.This is yet again another long chapter but I swear I made up for it with some juicy smut towards the end.

✧ Timeline: Heian Era- Golden age of Jujutsu [this felt important to add]

✧ Word explanations:

Senior Geisha/Geisha Mother- Is not the biological Mother of a Maiko in training, but rather a mentor that the Maiko follows and supports while learning from.

Maiko- A young Geisha in training that is not quite yet of age.

Okiya- an establishment which houses Geisha and Maiko

Takamakura- Japanese pillow used by Geisha’s and Maikos to preserve their hair.

Yukata- bathrobe or cotton robe worn to bed.

-Several years ago as a Maiko-

Within the establishment were women who cooed to men from balconies high above, prostitutes that were beautiful but not as much as a Geisha. Men gawked and sometimes fights broke out. Yet there was always a room where a Geisha would perform her duty to art, entertaining those who come and go into the establishment. Even though the prostitutes were alluring, they just didn’t quiet have the same movements as a Geisha, or that petite and delicate smile.

Maikos were always by their senior Geisha’s side, and would often perform after their ‘mother’ would finish up. It was a learning experience that brought Maiko’s into the real world of a Geisha. What is to be expected, how to move and sway as well as allure those who watched.

In such an establishment with lanterns that lit the corridors and main rooms, allowing a dim appearance that made a Geisha’s face glow. This particular one which housed you and your senior Geisha mother, as well as many other Geishas, was a fine establishment fit for even though of nobility.

Only the best could enter inside the building, only the best would pay for what they wanted. Even if it was to simply sit by the side of a Geisha or watch her dance, sing and play music. Yes, at times there were women who would beckon to the men, leading them into rooms for intimacy.

Prostitutes were only few, but they made plenty of money that continued to pay for the establishments fees. They were also a means to prevent men from becoming too physical with a Geisha.

Yet to westerners it was not like some wild west brothel.

It was calm and quiet. Women would wear kimonos, although they differed from that of a Maiko and a Geisha, they were still beautiful women with a desirable appearance.

Tonight music played throughout the restless village, as many travelers came and went by. It was humble, almost meditative in a way despite how rowdy it could get outside in the streets. The scent of warm food often flowed into the establishment from the small outside street stalls, or the aroma of incense that would linger which the madam would light every few hours.

This was the way of a Geisha, the way of a Maiko. This was art and art was in many different forms. But to a Geisha she was always dedicated to the art of dance,music and drawing.

Westerners had their views, but a Geisha wasn't some prostitute. Geishas entertain and that was a part of your life, your career. The love of art.

Dancing on the stage was a beautiful Geisha, the way she moved was fluid and divine. Like she was floating on the very air she breathed in.

Still in your Maiko years you were always in awe of your senior geiko. This Geisha however was the one you inspired to be like, she was your mentor and in a way much like a mother to you.

Since the age of 5 you were sold into a Geisha okiya. The madam was strict, you had to learn the traditional ways of caring for your hair, of sleeping on a takamakura and if you so much as rolled you would end up with sticky rice in your hair.

A shameful act.

Your eyes darted up to the geiko who bowed and finished her performance. A man in the crowed was cooing to her, making offers of sexual advances. A large bag of yen was rattling in the palm of his hand.

With a swift sway of her hand and a few direct words she redirected the man's attention back to her performance.

" How did I do, should I have improved more on my turn?"

This strategy worked, as a geiko and maiko is taught well how to defuse and redirect sexual advances such as this.

You watched, a little concerned for your 'mother' until she smiled, bowed and finally returned by your side.

" See, it's easy" soft and gentle you would describe her voice like honey.

The way she smiled, the way her red eye makeup made her eyes all the more stand out, she was the true definition of beauty, or art itself.

With a gentle nod of your head, you agree to your mother's words. A delightful smile graced upon your lips as you felt a little more confident in your performance soon to take place tonight.

Many knew a Maiko was off limits, that didn’t stop those who thought they were above the law. Often the Madam made sure you knew how to persuade particular patrons to another subject.

One of your biggest fears had always been when it concerned men who gawked and attempted to make offers such as this.

What would you do when you became a geiko? Even the thought of your misuage to pay off your debts made you afraid as you let out an unsteady sigh.

The Senior Geisha gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder. She had faith in you, something not many had in others.

" I'll return shortly, just do your best, ok?" with a reassuring nod the geiko turned swift in her heels and left.

Oddly enough the man who had made an offer had also followed the geiko to a room to the side. What did that mean?

There was no time for such thoughts, the sound of the drums alerted you to the next act, your act.

A low bow, you rose to your feet and approached the center of the stage. You waited for the music to begin, only then did your dance of art begin

With a fan in hand you moved with grace. Not as good as the senior Geishas but it was still beautiful.

Those who watched, watched in awe. They smiled, they looked happy.

Dancing was a form of art, the way your kimono moved was exactly right. For if a customer was not happy and made a complaint the madam would be sure to make you pay.

Ruled by fear and living in a toxic environment had made you be this way. Selfless and obedient they say. In truth this only harbored a deep desire and when Sukuna had been the one to open that up to you, it unleashed something buried deep inside. A lust, a longing that couldn't be pushed aside.

Later that night, after you made your performance did you learn the truth of your so-called mother.

The rule was simple, a Geisha isn't to offer sexual services, but sometimes and only sometimes is an offer high enough a Geisha may accept and only to one man. Even to bear him children as long as she remains his, much like a mistress.

You felt lied to, and maybe that is what drew this curse within you out more and more .

Was being a Geisha worth it? Was selling your body ok? All for the name of Art?

It was this very memory that brought you back, time and time again to the hardship of life. The lies and toxicity you lived within. It was that life which made you cling to the King of Curses and serve him, body and soul.

— present—-

A few weeks had passed since being in Sukuna’s company, his temple was now your new life and your home.

On many occasions you sat by Sukuna’s side during his official moments. Whether it was a meeting with a guest in the tea house or by Sukuna’s side sitting just below him while he sat upon his throne.

You had to admit seeing blood gushing from innocent people did make your skin crawl, but you understood that Sukuna kept you by his side simply because he found you kept his temper at ease. To a point at least.

It was also his way of preparing you for the world you existed within by his side. A world where assination attempts will be carried out, or when sorcerers themselves showed up. You had to be prepared for that, for the horrors of seeing blood and gore even if you didn’t like it.

Just as Sukuna found you to comfort him and keep his temper steady, you also found the same in a way with Sukuna. Such horrors he committed, even though he was the one committing it, when by his side you at least felt a little less nauseated and less frightened. Why did it comfort you to be by his side?

Words didn’t quite explain it at all.

However tonight was different, a man with stitches upon his forehead sat opposite to Sukuna while you sat closely by Sukuna’s side in the teahouse. Often you would glance at the man briefly, he didn’t seem like Sukuna, he seemed off... Yet there was something between the two which prevented Sukuna from lashing out or using his curse technique to end the others' life.

Either you kept your gaze low and averted from other strangers, or you looked at Sukuna and often placed your hand on his thigh to comfort him whenever you saw the faint pop of a vein on his forehead, or clenched fists or gritted teeth. You had promised to protect him at all costs. Even if it meant giving up your whole entire soul and life in the process.

“ I’ve heard rumors of a six eyes in the area. you know one of them defeated me not so long ago” The stranger spoke, his lips forming into a cruel smile.

One which made you sick. Sicker than seeing Sukuna lose his temper and go on a slaughtering of sorts.

This man was vulgar, something never sat right about him and you felt Sukuna even had a similar feeling. The way Sukuna drew his upper lip and bared his ivory fangs with distaste said enough.

How dare he speak to the King of Curses as if implying that someone could threaten the life of Sukuna. How dare this stranger even think such a thing.

Such bitterness also reflected in you as well, you lowered your gaze to the floor and scowled in disrespect. This was not the way of a Geisha, but it was the way you were with Sukuna.

“ Are you implying something? “ A bitterness rose from Sukunas throat.

Almost like that of a low growl.

Instinctively you put a hand to Sukuna’s shoulder, as if your touch alone could heal his soul. Even if you half wanted to see this stranger suffer for such disrespect towards Sukuna, you still felt the need to keep Sukuna at most level headed. After all this stranger could have easily been trying to bait The King of Curses into a fight for all you knew.

“ Oh No, no! I simply mean that they are more trouble then they are worth” A soft shrug, a playful look.

This stranger was anything but that. It was a mask, one you had learned to read during your Maiko training years and also as a Geisha.

“ Good! “ Sukuna said in a cynical way, a giant smile lit across his lips. One that wasn’t to be taken lightly, it was the sign Sukuna was border line about to snap.

“My apologies' “ The stranger softly said, almost appearing more meek than before.

How worrisome, you thought to yourself as you furrowed your brows and raised a look to Sukuna.

Sukuna’s gaze remained unwavering, a heated look that was all eyes on the stranger. You lowered your gaze once more and remained as respectful as possible.

It was often that Sukuna put you on display like this. Not only for keeping him calm and happy, but also to show you off to the whole world. How beautiful you were and how you were all his and no other mans.

Sukuna was full of such pride and ego. Envious of the world and burning it to the ground, Sukuna wanted you to be the most prized trophy in all of his collection.

Having you attend these little meetings, even if you didn’t offer and pour tea as such a thing was only exclusive for Sukuna, was like showing off how big his cock was to other men.

It was fairly simple. Pride and ego.

Peacefully and gracefully you sat, despite the unpleasant look upon your face caused by this stranger. At least Sukuna wasn’t sending this stranger flying…yet.

Their conversation began to dive into the Sorcerer world. One thing you had learned about a great deal was Curse techniques, Sukuna had his own unique attacks as well as others. From what you could tell this stranger was talking about, a six eyes was someone with immense power and someone that all people should be concerned about. Especially to someone like Sukuna.

Sukuna however did not seem to care, clearly his ‘friend’ was trying to bait him into going out and killing a six eyes only to protect the other. Worthless, Sukuna bitterly thought. How dare someone even think to use him in such a manner.

With a limitless technique, it would prove to be a struggle to take on a six eyes, a boring one for Sukuna as that would seem rather than anything else. It felt like the stranger was seemingly provoking Sukuna’s rage, but he was struggling with you being in the room.

This man with the stitches can deal with a six eyes on his own. In fact, deal with the whole Gojo family.

Good, you thought.

You wanted this man to realise that just because you were a woman didn’t mean you were going to just simply be a mindless slave. That was why Sukuna liked you, you always spoke up and dared to do what others thought not to do. You never bored him, not once and that was why you still remained alive.

Sukuna wasn’t going to ever admit it, women come and go by his side and they all end the same way. All but you, you were someone he would cherish forever. As long as you remained by his side and loyal.

While the talking continued, Sukuna seemed to visibly relax, the stranger always smiled and the stench of lies coming off his breath all the more. You didn’t like this man one bit, but if Sukuna was allowing them to live for more than five minutes then that meant something.

Eventually their talking came to an end. The stranger bowed their head, a twisted grin always on their face.

Respectfully they left and for a moment you sat in silence with Sukuna, only turning your head to look up at him. You had to question what Sukuna was thinking in that head of his, for his eyes didn’t leave that doorway for quite some time until Uraume appeared and announced the stranger had left.

After Uraume left you heard Sukuna sigh heavily as he rubbed his temples either side of his head.

“ Are you ok? “ You ask as you wrap your arms around one of his larger arms.

“ I’m ok” Replying with a smile, you watch that glimmer in Sukuna’s eyes return.

Planting a kiss on his bicep, you snuggle into Sukuna’s side, just like any other time before.

“ You know I’ve been wondering about something” You finally asked as you pressed your cheeks against Sukuna feeling the faint warmth of his skin against yours.

“ Hmmm? Anything for you, My little Geisha.” Gently patting you on the head, Sukuna gave approval to your curious mind.

Looking up at him with a coy smile, you found a book in one of the temple libraries, where you often spend your time. The book contained…well some interesting sexual acts. The title was kama sutra, although sex with Sukuna was never boring some of the things spoken about in this particular book sounded very…appetizing to say the least.

Yet one thing…one thing had caught your attention. Shibari. Although it was a known traditional art, it was never spoken much about and given some certain positions…You had to fantasize about doing it for a few days now. It only seemed like the perfect time to pop the idea out into words.

“ My lord, would it be ok to someday try shibari, on me of course? “ You smile, a little giddy and maybe drunk on the idea of what Sukuna could potentially do to you in such a devious position.

To this Sukuna replied with a deep chuckle, amused with your new found nature, how devious and sinful you had gotten while being around him.

“ If it means leaving you vulnerable to my touches..then yes. Why don’t I just tie you up in mid air and blow your brains out too” Tongue and cheek, Sukuna never seemed to fail with that chaotic nature.

It drove you mad in a lot of ways as you softly giggled and nodded in agreement with Sukuna’s words.

“ I’d love that. All the more power for you, my Lord.” You chirp with joy clearly in your tone.

What was more ideal about this for Sukuna? You were like a small household pet, cherished in a lot of ways, cared for even more so. To women who knew what the king of curses was like would have been afraid, yet your adoration to Sukuna made him pleased.

Your life had been one of service and he gave you freedom under his rule, you were happy and he was happy even more that you enjoyed the life Sukuna had giving you.

“ Then I best go and prepare myself” You tease as you stand and hold your hand out towards Sukuna.

Even though Sukuna was far taller, had more weight to him, he found it amusing you offered to aid him in standing up. Of course the King of Curses didn’t need help, but the way you looked at him with such a beautiful smile that it even made your eyes glow seemed hard to reject.

Taking your hand in his, Sukuna pulled you down without hesitation and held you in his arms.

“ Only after I kiss you and hold you in my arms for a bit” Smiling as he looked down at you.

You rested gently on his lap with your legs on the side of his hips.

Planting a soft kiss on your lips, you felt a longing in Sukuna, a passionate burning feeling as he deepened the kiss by flicking his tongue out and across your lips as you opened your mouth and allowed entrance for his tongue to tango with yours.

After a heated moment, Sukuna finally whispered in your ear to go and get ready for him.

Of course you didn’t waste any time, asking Uraume to run a hot bath for you with some nicely scented oils. You soaked for a while there in the privacy of the bathtub where no one was watching you. Fingertips gliding down your stomach as you gently gasped imagining it was Sukuna’s own hands.

Often you found yourself like this, thinking of Sukuna as you allowed two fingers to dip between your soft folds of skin, entering the inside of your pussy as you gently stroked the tender area. Hot and warm, that's how you felt as you gasped and tried to remain as silent as possible.

Thinking of Sukuna’s tongue invading you, you bit your lips and stifled a moan as you let yourself get taken away in the moment. Only pulling yourself out just before nearing an orgasm. It was best not to spoil the moment, not for your lord, Sukuna.

Even though you hated not being able to finish yourself off, you also knew it was worth it. Only allowing Sukuna to bring you to that ultimate climax that made you convulse and scream loudly his name in pure pleasure and lust.

Making sure you were clean from head to toe, you finally left the warmth of the bathtub and dried yourself off. Only placing a small silky Yukata on which was loosely done up around your waist.

Not even Uraume would dare to look at you in this kind of state, you felt comforted by that as you took a look in the reflection of yourself in the mirror and paused for a moment or two.

If anything you thought of yourself as the ideal perfection for a woman as you blushed and stepped outside of the bathroom and down the hallway. The night was now late, most of the servants had gone to bed by now and Uraume would be attending to the grounds doing their nightly stroll ensuring no one got to Sukuna.

This gave you all the freedom to be like some lustful concubine as you made your way to the bedroom you shared with Sukuna. Thoughts invading your mind of all the things you could and will do to Sukuna tonight.

As you opened the Shoji door you realized the room was dimly lit with a few small candles, a large long piece of silky black fabric hung from the beams of the room above. Sukuna stood in a corner with arms folded over one another, leaning against a wall.

“ Did you prepare yourself well enough for me, hmm? “ The way his words purred out from his lips made you blush.

“ Of course my lord, for you and you only. “ You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

“Good “ Sukuna smiled, all four eyes on you, looking down to that soft supple skin of yours that revealed the faintest glimpse of cleavage.

You began to undo the small sash around your waist which kept the yukata on neatly. However at the faintest disapproval sound of Sukuna, you stopped and looked up at him with a soft but confused look.

“ Did I offend you my lord? “ You smile, even if you shouldn’t have.

“ Come here, my Little Geisha” Sukuna cooed to you as you approached without hesitation.

Standing before Sukuna, you looked up at him as he placed his hands over yours, pulling them away while the other set of hands undid the sash you had almost undone a mere second ago.

How careless, it should only be Sukuna to undo such a thing as you softly giggled and allowed Sukuna to easily unwrap you. Just like a sweetly wrapped gift. Pushing the fabric off your shoulders, the yukata slid off and down your arms before dropping to a pile by your feet.

“ Are you sure about this? “ Sukuna raised a brow as he softly smiled.

Even if you said no, Sukuna probably would have seduced you into the idea. However it was you who wanted this, it was you who was begging for a thrashing.

“ I am” The words whisper out of your lips as you lean in close to Sukuna.

With little to no effort, Sukuna lifted you up with just one set of his arms. Instinctively you wrap your legs around Sukuna and hold onto him while the King of Curses walked over to the silky fabric which hung down loosely. Using his other arms to gently tie your wrists up above your head, you watched Sukuna watching you. His eyes never moving away from yours.

Gently he kissed you, so soft it was hard to tell if he was about to bite your lip in surprise or pull away. It kept you on edge as you leaned in for more and more of the kiss and heard Sukuna briefly chuckle beneath his breath.

So soft and gentle the fabric was as your hands were bound up above, the fabric sash was placed around your waist for support, your hips and legs until you remained in a complete state of aerial suspension. Your face was lowered to the ground, your buttox raised to be higher, just at the perfect standing height for Sukuna.

Like a predator he circled around you, admiring you with a craving look, like a hunger that needed to be satisfied. Your face turned at the idea of him lunging at you with unpredictable speed and strength.

This turned you on, being his prey. Being vulnerable to whatever may come.

With everything now on display for Sukuna’s eyes, touches and tongue, there was nothing that would get in his way. Remaining as silent as possible, you enjoyed this new found kink of yours.

You felt Sukuna grab your thighs with a set of his arms, his warm breath was so close now against your inner thigh area. Feeling such warmth touch your sensitive and exposed pussy, you gave a slight shudder with pleasure.

From the very start of this whole relationship with Sukuna, whenever he pinned your hands above your head, it stirred something within you. Something that made your pussy dripping wet, your heart beat with an insane drumming. Enjoying being left like a dangling piece of meat before Sukuna.

Even the King of Curses admired this about you. How willing you were to give your whole body to him. His own personal little geisha. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, Sukuna knew this as he smiled with delight.

The things he could ask of you, the desirable tests he could toss your way.

Leaning in, Sukuna flicked his tongue against your wet pussy, coating it with his saliva before drawing away. The cool air rushing over your pussy added to a whole new sensational experience. This caused you to gasp while Sukuna took his time to trail his hands over your body. Caressing every inch of you from your breasts to your hips.

Long black nails, like claws trailing against your flesh, barely scratching your skin while you let out an excited giggle of sorts. Sukuna had found you enjoyed this a lot, having his nails just tease you a little bit before digging them into your skin.

Another teasing touch of his tongue, this time you felt Sukuna push his face against your ass as he sucked and licked at pussy that screamed for his cock. A sudden moan erupted from your lips. You couldn’t move or do anything but simply feel like you were floating.

The tightness of the fabric around your body was all the more exhilarating in this position. You loved it, even though you shouldn’t, you did.

His other set of hands reached up and played with your breasts. Clawed fingers pulling on the sensitive buds which again made your mouth drop open as you jolted and moaned. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“ Y/n” His voice was greatly muffled, but you heard him clear as day. “ How about I do something a bit...different”

What more could Sukuna do? It was no surprise Sukuna was able to modify his body in many ways. A set of mouths on his hands could disappear and reappear at will, even that stomach tongue of his would only be present when he allowed it to be.

Pushing down the fabric he loosely wore around his waist, Sukuna exposed one of his cocks as it twitched in excitement, wishing to coat his member in your pussy juices. A loud audible sound of pleasure came from Sukuna as he smiled from ear to eat.

God the things he was about to do to you, Sukuna knew what he was about to do would drive you overboard this time.

Gently he rubbed his cock against your wet pussy, lowering your body with a swift movement of the fabric which gave him a lot of control over your position. Perfect for his own desires.

The tip of his cock pushed against your pussy, barely entering as he teased you, hearing you stifle a moan. You wanted to beg for more, you ached and throbbed for his full cock to pound inside of you. But what was the point of orgasm too fast?

Teasing you, slowly and gently with each subtle intrusion inside of you with his thick head, Sukuna knew exactly what got you going.

And then you felt…something else.

All of his hands were busy, you didn’t know what else there could be until you felt another tip of a cock head pushing against your other entrance.

What a crazy desire that suddenly filled you, something you never dared to think of. Only Sukuna.

Two cocks…how could you have not thought or even known. The King of curses had been holding out on you, waiting for this very moment, waiting to see just how far his personal little Geisha was willing to fall. And now? Now that he had you right were he wanted you, full of lust and a wet pussy, it was time to fully unload all of that pent up rage within himself.

Already aware that pushing too hard would cause you more grief and pain, Sukuna probed and prepared your untouched entrance with much care. Sukuna didn’t want to hear your screams of pain right now, he wanted to hear you loudly call his name, to scream with pleasure and lust filled eyes.

If something was done wrong in this area it would cause severe pain and even though Sukuna enjoyed that, you were his perfect little Geisha. There was no way he was willing to break you like some dumb whore. You were more than that, to Sukuna.

A finger slid down between your ass cheeks and gently probed before entering inside the other hole, you gasped at the sensation unsure of how to feel. A flutter of butterflies began to swirl in your stomach feeling the gentle strokes his finger made. Another finger slid into your pussy from his other hand.

What a mind blowing feeling and it was only his fingers. Another finger entered your other hole, you shuddered and let out a moan. Was it pleasure or pain? You kind of liked both at this point as your pussy throbbed with desire feeling another finger also enter into your dripping wet hole.

Two fingers in each hole, it was driving you crazy mad, your eyes rolled back and your heart beat was in your ears.

“ Oh Sukuna” His name leaves your lips as you gasp for air.

Behind you, you could Sukuna purr with delight, his steamy breath and smile excited you as you imagined the look on his face was one of lust as well. How his eyes would be focused on both your ass and your face.

Pulling out his fingers, Sukuna gently stroked his throbbing cocks, coating them in your fluids before finally and at long last pushing both heads into both of your holes.

So tight! Your brain went foggy as you gasped, shuddering all the more as your back arched as best as it could. Feeling two cocks against your walls was something so devious and shameful. Like being fucked by two men, yet Sukuna was all you needed.

Pushing his cocks in slowly with each and every thrust, you couldn’t help but feel a hot steam of tears come down your cheeks, not from pain but from pure delight. You couldn’t keep your mouth wet enough as you moaned a little louder with each and every push inside of you.

“ Sukuna” You manage to breathe the words out in a low tone. “ God, Sukuna!” Gentle words turn to a loud scream of a moan.

The King of Curses was pleased with how much he made you scream and beg for more. Sukuna had barely started and you were already losing it over both his cocks. What fun this was, Sukuna thought to himself.

Both hands held tightly onto your hips, you knew what was coming but when? Sukuna really wanted to push you. Sure you spend countless nights going at it, seeing who could last the longest, but Sukuna wanted to see how long it took for you to lose all sense of sanity.

Looks like I’m close, Sukuna mentally thought as he licked his lips with an unsatisfied thirst.

A hard thrust deep inside both of your holes with both cocks!

God! You screamed louder than before as Sukuna lowly snickered thinking of how greedy you both were.

Harder! You thought, Harder!

You wanted to scream the words out but the only sounds you made were loud screaming moans over and over again. Only the thing fleshy layer between both holes prevented Sukunas cocks from touching and boy was it a filling feeling.

Thick, rock hard cocks that twitched in different times, pounding inside of you relentlessly without a hint of mercy.

This was something Sukuna had only done with a few, and when fucking with both cocks…well The King of Curses found it more pleasurable then one.

Like double the orgasm.

Above your head, your hands formed into tight little fists, grasping at the fabric. You wanted to dig your nails into Sukuna but you couldn’t, being suspended like this was on another level and being fucked like this? God…Sukuna had no idea the lustful desire he just unlocked inside of you.

Harder, faster, you felt his thrusts quicken, like a wild curse he fucked you to the point you would be sore as hell in the morning. But you didn’t mind, you enjoyed it as he pounded inside of you. Both cocks pushed into tighter areas within you.

You clenched your muscles, an orgasm was about to hit you really hard, your brain was losing it, you just simply lived to be fucked as saliva dripped down your mouth like some dirty whore at this point.

“ Y/n…” You heard Sukuna breathlessly say “ You’ll make he fucking cum if you keep that up” His words were full of intoxication, a subtle warning which you couldn’t help.

Why? Why was it when he was threatening and intimidating was he so damn attractive? Why did it get you so crazy like this as you felt the orgasm begin to take hold your breath seeming to be caught in your chest

Sukuna wanted this, he wanted you to be almost unable to go for another round. The King of Curses wanted to overload you with all his hot sticky cum, fill you up till you can't be filled anymore.

As your orgasm felt like it was taking over your body, making you feel all tingly in every inch of your body with pleasurable electrical shocks, you clenched down as hard as you could, your vaginal walls becoming like a suction on his cock which also affected the other entrance too.

Fluids gushed out and onto his cock, you couldn’t help it as you convulsed with little to no control, your body shook as you gasped for air. More fluids squirting out of you all the more with every spasm of your pussy.

“ Fuck!” Loudly Sukuna yelled, a sudden burst erupted from both his cocks as it sent a wave of hot sticky cum inside of both your holes filling you up.

“ I can’t stop!” Sukuna announced with pure evil delight.

Fucking you harder, his thrusts didn’t seem to stop, nor did your moans. The fluids both of you were spilling only made the clapping of your ass cheeks that much louder. Sukunas balls slapping against you and hitting your clit as you hit an all new high.

“ Please…Sukuna…More…MORE!” The words flew from your lips without a single shred of thought.

Both his enlarged and raging cocks smashing inside of you without any sign of stopping. The King of Curses was riding on a major high, this…this kind of fucking was his most favorite and with all that cursed energy, Sukuna was just full of far too much to stop now.

Again, Sukuna needed to unload, unload everything until you were too full for even his cocks. All this stress from the day, all this pent up rage. It had to come out somehow. And all the more it made Sukuna drive further and further into that insane state he was so well known for.

“ Again!” Sukuna lolled his eyes back. “ I’m going to keep fuck you again and again!”

Such wildness, a sight of a true curse.

What made it worse was you also were just as bad. The feeling of hot sticky cum between your ass cheeks and flesh was so slutty and shameful that you were proud to be all Sukuna’s. Such a filling feeling you had never imagined before made you want more and more.

“ Again!” you softly say in reply to Sukuna.

Another night full of fuckery. When would it ever end?

End notes: It always seems to be a me thing to do some heavy smut near the end of each chapter. I swear.

One thing I realized I had been neglecting with Og Sukuna was his two cocks and I figured to make up for that would be his body manipulation. So Kuna going balls deep here till he can’t bust a nut anymore.

Next chapter will be the last one. I’m kind of keen to write it but also a little sad to as well.

I do hope though I did justice to that double penetration though. Something I’ve never written before.

#jjk smut #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk reader insert #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanart

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 years ago

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A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

#aerynwritesdc21 #richard alonso mu��oz x reader #jonathan levy x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #santiago garcia x reader #victoriano ramirez x reader #laurent leclaire x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #llewyn davis x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #duke leto x reader #poe dameron x reader #abel morales x reader #sfw.#nsfw.

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omegaradiowusb · 3 years ago

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JULY 3, 2021 (#271)

B0nds: "Misty Dawn" (ins.) Earl Sweatshirt: "Grief" + "Quest & Power" Madlib & Guilty Simpson: "The American Dream & Future" Ahwlee: "Queasy" Sal Dulu ft. Fly Anakin: "Zumo" Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin: "Dollar Dr. Dream" Nickelus F & Ohbliv: "Might As Well" Lungs ft. Olasegun: "Bowcasters" All These Fingers "Puerta Vallarta” (ins.) Dark Time Sunshine: "The Rite Kids" Lil' Ugly Mane: "Addict" Lupe Fiasco: "Cripple" Dabrye ft. Clear Soul Forces: "Sysfo Ridin'" Dabrye: "Nova" + (ins.) clipping.: "Say The Name" Ono: "BLK Skin" Moor Mother ft. Saul Williams: "Black Flight" Domo Genesis ft. Earl Sweatshirt & Vince Staples & Action Bronson: "Elimination Chamber" Flatbush Zombies: "Dirty Elevator Music" Obnox: "Concrete Rose" Mike Bonema: "Comfort A Joke" Tyler The Creator ft. Santigold: "New Magic Wand" Tyler The Creator: "Wilshire" (***NEW) Knxwledge: "awomanslifeislove" (ins.) JPEGMAFIA: "Baby I'm Bleeding" JPEGMAFIA X Denzel Curry: "Bald" (RMX) Nnamdi Ogbonnaya: "Gimme Gimme" Your Old Droog: "Babushka" + "Smores" LNDN DRGS: "Make Money" Ho99o9: "Prey Or Pray" False Tropics: "Balthus" (ins.)

Alchemist: "Who (Got My Back)" (ins.) Freddie Gibbs: "Big Boss Rabbit" (***NEW) Benny The Butcher ft. Freddie Gibbs: "One Way Flight" Conway The Machine ft. El Camino: "Forever Droppin' Tears" DMX ft. Griselda: "Hood Blues" (***NEW) DMX ft. Jay-Z & Nas: "Bath Salts" (***NEW) Nas ft. Hit-Boy: "EPMD" (***NEW) Daringer: "'97 Hov Pt. 1" (ins.) Phife Dawg ft. Busta Rhymes & Redman: "Nutshell Pt. 2" (***NEW) Gotham ft. Busta Rhymes: "The Quiet One" (***NEW) Peter Rosenberg ft. Method Man & Raekwon & Willie The Kid: "The Next Chamber" (***NEW) Rakim: "The Black Messiah" (***NEW) Prodigy ft. Knxwledge: "The Good Fight" Run The Jewels ft. Nice & Smooth: "Ooh La La" (***NEW) Vast Aire ft. Cosmiq: "Good Fuel" (***NEW) Pete Rock: "Beat Goes On" (ins.) Onyx ft. Nine: "Ahhh Year" (***NEW) R.A. The Rugged Man ft. Slug & Eamon: "Golden Oldies" (***NEW) Al Skratch ft. Large Professor: "Be Original" (***NEW) Kyron: "Who Shot Rudy" (***NEW) Czarface & MF DOOM: "Meddle With Metal" (***NEW) Necro ft. Immortal Technique & Vinnie Paz: "Take Hip-Hop Back" (***NEW) Vinnie Paz: "Guilty Remnant Cigarettes" (***NEW) Bronze Nazareth & Recognize Ali ft. Willie The Kid: "Olympic Gold Medalists" Bronze Nazareth & Recognize Ali: "Season Of The Seven" Termanology & Shortfyuz: "T2" (***NEW) Evidence: "All Of That Said" (***NEW) DJ Premier: “I'm Legend" (ins.) Mount Westmore: "Step Child" (***NEW) Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre & Ice Cube ft. Xhibit: "Streets Of California" (***NEW) Cypress Hill: "Band Of Gypsies" J Dilla: "Life" (ins.)

It’s a rare double-deluxe Omega for the 4th of July weekend. We take over for Sound Vines this week for four hours of new, current, and relevant hip-hop. First half: new soldiers, electronic, cloud rap, and beat tapes. Second half: golden-era veterans, backpackers, AAA-producers, and legends no longer with us. From innovative artists JPEGMAFIA, Nnamdi Ogbayanna, Moor Mother, and clipping. to the respectable Rakim, R.A. The Rugged Man, DMX and the Griselda camp, no one leaves disappointed.

Have a happy and safe 4th of July. We return in ten days.

July 14, 2021 (12AM New York City): bonus Omega.

July 17, 2021 (10PM New York City): deluxe Omega.

July 28, 2021 (12AM New York City): bonus Omega.

July 31, 2021 (10PM New York City): deluxe Omega.

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stopeatingwhales · 4 years ago

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about a girl (pt.2) x kurt cobain

hi guys :) so sorry for my inactivity, but i’m here finally lmaoo, this is a part two to my kurt fic that i wrote about a month ago, due to school its been much harder for me to keep up writing as usual, but i will absolutely try my best to finish your guys’ requests soon! anyways, hope you enjoy this <3 Pairing: pre-bleach era kurt x reader

Warnings: nothing :)

Word count: 2.167

Requested by anon (the second part was my idea, but i felt like i should still credit the anon for giving me the idea for this x)

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The wind exhales short, breezy waves as you lay there, engulfed in your dreams. From the night succeeding to your outstanding performance, you were requited to a favourable hibernation which by admiring you, was needed for not only the sum of a few hours. Your solemn features are painted still, the only movement stimulating from your body is heavy breaths accompanied by a light snore from time to time. I question whether it's righteous of me to allow my eyes to adorn themselves in your serene features, yet I simply cannot stop myself. I find it surreal to witness you in such fragility; for all the pain and sorrow you’ve had to experience in your life, it’s almost like you shouldn’t be sleeping in such a tranquillic state. I wonder if you prefer sleeping than being awake, I wonder if you think it’s a chore to get out of bed. Does the world haunt you? Every click, flash, snap of a camera, does it devastate you? The image you portray to the world is magnificent, yet flawed. It’s almost as if you’re hiding something, yet you don’t care what others think of you, so you do whatever you please. My heart skips a beat every time you shift slightly, cradling your body in the duvet. I advert my stare to your arms, sculpted perfectly in God’s chamber, the lankiness of your bones withering an appearance of discrepancy. You’re not like the rest of them. Your steady breaths softly ease in and out of your flawless torso, your hair so impeccable it looks untouched even when you’re shifting around in your slumber - the hair you willingly dyed and strained with a flavoured drink mix. As I admire you, sleeping beauty, it reminds me of how lucky I am to have you in my life - regardless of where we stand. When you’re awake, you’re the only thing keeping me sane during the day; spending even just a day without you would feel as if I had lost my legs, lost what’s kept me steady for all these draining years. In all my time of knowing and understanding you, have you never not known what to say, for you have such a way with words, it's unfathomable. You carry a sort of intelligence that no one can seem to obtain; you speak words out of a bible and it’s ironic I say that, Mr ‘God is gay’, but it’s true. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re like a hard candy, sweet and delicate, although the texture is very hard making it a burden to get through to you. I want to taste you on my tongue every morning, if you would like me to be honest. I crave for things as little as your scent even before I’ve risen from the cushion. Your grace must be envied by the heavens; there is and will never be anyone as alluring as you, not that I’m surprised.

As my eyes continue to wander on him, a sudden stretch of his arms and a small groan echoing out of his vocal chords results in my body almost instantaneously sitting up. I watch him as he blinks his eyes a few times, his vision still not clear enough. “Good morning,” he whispers, his arms thrown to the skies; he’s like a baby, reaching out for their mother in the early hours of daylight, moaning and whining for affection, warming my heart with soreful ease. Quickly taking note of the small clock situated beside him that I was aware of for the many hours I had been trapped in thought, it read a bright and early 11am. My stare continues to linger onto him as I watch him shifting around, the heart situated in my upper chest now beating as fast as drum solos in heavy metal songs. A short silence stood in between both presences; I assume that he hadn’t taken note of my pondering state adjacent to him, though was that idea contradicted by his light greeting. “Did you sleep well?” he chirps, now using both palms to rub his what-seemed-like itchy eyes.

Now what is humorous from this scenario is that he asks this as if it means nothing; a simple conversation starter it may be, though, to me it means so much more hearing those light words roll off his tongue, compared to if someone else had said it, even if it was in the exact same moment living right now. A whiff of bad breath hits my face as I laugh lightly, shaking my head in a sort of admiration towards the man lying down ahead of me. He again blinks a few times, now in attempt to adjust the bright scenery to his view. For a couple seconds the room is frozen, Kurt’s alteration in position to sitting up becoming the only sound ringing through both our ears. As I find my gaze glued onto him once again, I subconsciously repeat the question he asked me, this time directed for him. However, from what I’ve seen, I’m certain he slept wonderfully.

A tired chuckle escaped his mouth. “I asked you first,” he mutters, the morning rasp still prominent in his vocal chords. This makes me smile. The raw, genuinity forwards the idea of realism that this moment was actually happening, coming like a pinch snapping someone out of their daydream, though my thoughts will never be known to understand how I was able to spend time with such a man. “I slept well, though.” he adds, a warm smile playing on his lips.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I answered, my face now being cradled by my palms.

I now feel the stare of Kurt burn onto my face. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asks, a hint of annoyance laced in his words. “We could’ve stayed up together,”

A small chuckle breezes out of my nose. How considerate, how caring must you be to, even when you have performed such an exasperating gig, stay awake with me because of one night of my mind’s continuous ambles? For all I know, Kurt wouldn’t sleep for days if it meant I would be in absolute glee. It’s those sorts of traits in those who are lost which draw you towards them becoming the significant other to stay with for life. It’s that sense of attachment, connection you hold with someone, so strong that you would give up the roof over your head if it meant a smile to be drawn on their face. ”You looked so peaceful in your sleep,” I replied, staring directly into his loveable eyes, the shade of blue brightening as the sunlight melted onto his face. His hair was now a little more messier compared to how it was less than ten minutes ago, and the urge of me running my fingers through his golden locks only seemed to grow even more as time passed on. For a moment I decided to hold back my words, inhaling sharply to gain composure to my fatigued state. “I didn’t want to disturb you,”

Kurt sighed - knowing that he needed sleep more than anything, though a hint of sadness dwindled in his stomach, his mind conflicted from the idea of me drowning in worry as I tended to do when I couldn’t sleep. Reaching his arm towards the table sat beside him, his fingers got lost in between the opened packet of cigarettes that slept reverently on the white wood, grabbing a random one at choice before placing it in a loose grip between his lips. With the known information that you need a torch to light a cigarette, I threw the one I had on his lap, a small laugh escaping my lips for no apparent reason. Actually no, there was a reason. “Who the fuck smokes first thing in the morning?”

Before he torched the lighter, he stopped, his piercing blue eyes locking in contact with mine. “Me, I do,”

Another laugh tempted to flee itself from my throat, yet I held it back. If you would’ve said that to me the first night I met you, in that small, cramped room, littered with amps that Krist had dragged me into going in to listen to your material, I would’ve scoffed at your blown attitude towards such a random question. Watching you now as you’re admiring the cancer stick with pure attachment, my mind begins to wander over such a topic. I look at you and see a troubled, young kid who just wants love and affection because he seemingly never got enough from the people who designed his childhood; for you haven’t grown up since then. Perhaps in size and features, yes (and definitely the fact that children do not smoke), but hidden inside you is the same boy that was hidden away all those years ago - following onto your parents’ divorce. You say you’ve never been happy since then, you’ve never been able to think optimistically, and maybe you haven’t. Maybe the smile you give to me isn’t genuine; with continuous assurance I’ll consider it to be. Maybe I’ll never heal those bruises that were once your only source of living, and that’s okay, if you’re able to cope with the imprints. If you’re the Kurt Cobain that prefers smoking than having a normal breakfast, so be it; I’d give up my heart for you, and if anything, you’ve already stolen it. Words merely brush the surface of my adoration for you, and sometimes I believe that I’m just lying to myself, that nothing I’m saying in my head is true. Yet, as every minute, every second passes throughout the day, even in silent, contented situations with ceilings bright as yellow from the smoke like these, everything I say to myself simply strengthens in morality. My sweet, you deserve more than one could wish for. You deserve things that this world cannot give you, yet all you believe is that you are worthless. If only you saw yourself in my eyes, maybe then you’d realise, realise the impact you’ve sincerely doused onto me and my mind, you’ve got the moves to empower a generation and perhaps hundreds more - even if you don’t see that yet.

“Give me one,” He hands me one, the strong gusts of cloud escaping his mouth creating a want for the rough substance to coat my throat in brutal ways; even if it’s slowly murdering me. It was a murderous addiction, nicotine, yet it kills us all, our addictions; and we are too blinded by the goodness it seemingly overshadows what we force to neglect in our minds - the bad in it all. We become so unbelievably enthralled by the pain we choose to accept it; we believe it is favourable, not disastrous and catastrophic. Drugs are frowned upon dearly, as they should be, but once you’re stuck, it takes more than simple courage to escape out of the deadly grip it chokes you in. Placing the cigarette in between my lips, identical to how he had just done, I reached my arm out to obtain the lighter that was in my clutch merely seconds ago, swiftly lighting it with one hand. As I breathed out the first tar-filled cloud from my cigar, I fixed my gaze onto him once again, sucking in my top lip as I allowed the droplets of ash fall onto my shirt. “I know I always say this,” I began as I studied his features, trying to identify any solemn, unpleasant emotions, noticing that there was none at all for the time being. “You’re going to make it big one day, I’m now for certain you’re going to take over the world,”

His eyes now locked into mine, a short chuckle leaving his throat as he blew out an even bigger gust of smoke. “I don’t want that,”

Smiling, I took hold of my cigarette and inhaled deeply, holding it in my mouth until my body was unable to carry on without oxygen for longer - not that the air in the room was even oxygen; it was more corrosive chemicals than anything else, yet we’ve become so dependant on a small roll of tobacco to guide us to a path of slow death, its unnoticable. I watched as Kurt’s eyes drifted on to admire the elusive sunlight gleaming through the window, the whiffs of grey contrasting the happiness that was attempting to journey itself into the silent room. No matter how many times I may tell, his belief that he will never be as big as acts like the Sex Pistols will empower over anything I endevour on to phrase. It was inevitable though, whether he dreamt of it or not, that they will be big, bigger than anything they’ve ever seen. The path bridging onto it may cause destruction, heartbreak, and even more addiction, but the future is never in our hands - only until it is close enough for the present to capture it. Time is simply a mantelpiece, the light eventually burns out when there’s not enough coal to keep it going. You continue to refill it as the days go by until you simply cannot any longer, which is what all youths fear and avoid. Surprisingly enough, Kurt wasn’t one of the many crowds in devastating apprehension; he wanted to burn out more than anything else, for there were only small things keeping him going, or perhaps he was waiting for a longer, more agonizing death, hence the many packets of cigarettes vanished in a day.

There was nothing left to say in the room; there was no need for a response - it was only going to result in the same bicker as it resulted in many a time. The room, now physically undergoing a change in colour from the smoke, held a significant ambience, one so serene it left you more relaxed than the aftermath of a crazy high in drug use, though sometimes the relaxation is more pain than anything else. Even when my mind was so consumed in ideation earlier in the morning, my thoughts were louder than ever in this given moment. My mind was mulled over the concept of Kurt and stardom. He would never like it, nor does he even want it. It’s humorous to an extent; how much authenticity can one acclaim, to not even look up to the sugar-coated concept called ‘fame’? You’re not like the others. You don’t want fame, you want to create music. And in all honesty, I wish I lie through my teeth whenever I mumble those encouraging words of how you’re going to make it big; I can’t stand the idea of losing you, but like I said, it's inevitable, one day simple moments like these will just be memories to look back on when you’re old and laughing about your previous attachment to drugs. Maybe you won’t look back on times like these however, maybe you’ll remember the more vivid, buzzing moments like your first gig as Nirvana, and maybe I won’t remember this either, maybe these moments aren’t to be remembered, to be lived in instead. If only you knew how much I loved you, would you be surprised that I haven’t ruined my life because of it. You mean more to me than the stars mean to the night sky, more than a memory means to a person’s mind. It hurts my heart knowing I can’t heal you, though I dream that one day, you’ll wake up, just like you did today, turn to me and say, ‘I’m happy,’ because that’s all I ever dream of you to be.

#kurt cobain x reader #nirvana #dave grohl #krist novoselic #kurt cobain #band imagines #my writing #smut #fluff #angst #grunge #90s #music #imagines

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souptual-remade · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by @mainvocaljin to do this and tyyy!!! i probably will forget all my favorite music but asldkfjlks

Your favorite album: i’m gonna make lists bc i’m a libra sun/pisces moon/cancer rising yknow

origin of symmetry - muse

atlas: year one - sleeping at last

warning - sunmi

hyyh pt 2 - bts

twilight soundtrack... im not kidding

the golden age - woodkid

exodus - exo

anything by hozier

Your favorite music genre: rock, alt, kpop, lofi, classical (romantic era mostly)

Your favorite song:

plug in baby - muse (probably my actual favorite)

earth - sleeping at last

curve - sunmi

sea - bts

in your likeness- woodkid

losing touch - the killers

violet hill - coldplay

clair de lune - debussy (specifically tiffany poon’s version)

save me - haze moon

Most listened to artist(s): bts, woodkid, muse, sunmi, hozier

An album that’s important to you:

viva la vida or death and all his friends - coldplay (i know..)

day & age - the killers

bad blood - bastille

hope world - jhope

s16 - woodkid

A song that’s important to you: (they make me emo or i just like them a Lot)

skinny love - bon iver

all i want - kodaline

moral of the story - ashe

sunburn - muse

take me to church - hozier

What makes you like a song: hmm good lyrics or a funky beat. it needs to feel sexy, fun, sad, or deep ig

Your favorite instrument to hear in a song: piano, CELLO, violins, bass !!

A song to dance to:

still feel - half alive

partition - beyonce

horns - bryce fox

bubble pop - hyuna

la di da - everglow

black or white - dreamcatcher (idk i just think so)

move - taemin

up & down - exid

A song from your childhood:

the atla soundtrack....

also those coldplay and the killers ones

and muse ones

demi lovato and aly & aj just... any of their old songs

A song that reminds you of love (of any kind):

you are the moon - the hush sound

epiphany - jin

violet hour - sea wolf

mama - jhope

all my friends - the revivalists

nobody - mitski

unintended - muse

A song you love lyrically:

earth - sleeping at last

you are the moon - the hush sound

awake - jin

idk a lot ldsj

i repeated a lot of songs my bad and i know i forgot some too but ! i had fun with this excessively long list <3 tagging: @tender-suga @forestg0ddess @jinsprincessi @taelepathysroom @korimi4

#if you dont want to i totally understand lol this took a while #mtxt #morgan you introduced me to you are the moon and i havent been the same since

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tf-reconciliation · 5 years ago

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Prime Megatron vs. IDW1 Megatron analysis that no one asked for

This is really slapdash and was done in like an hour and a half this morning so there’s probably some incorrectness about timeline stuff (especially with IDW1 Megs), but this is pretty much all opinion. This is also really long, so I put it under a read more.

There’s some things to think about regarding Prime Megs vs other Megses with similar backstory (thinking primarily IDW1 [and this is all my interpretation based on what we get in MTMTE] Megs).

In Exodus, it’s implied early on that while Megs does want to reform the government of Cybertron he wants to do it with him at the top as “Prime.” My impression of this is that he has a thought process of “the government sucks, I could do it better, and I deserve to be the one in charge of doing it.”

Here’s Megatron’s speech to the Council in Chapter Thirteen of Exodus, without the narration unless it’s crucial for context:

“In the beginning I had not name. None of us did. We spoke to each other, down in the mines and the smelters, by electronic signature. We indicated each other by function. We assigned each other nicknames. I was D-16, named for the sector of mine where I conducted demolition operations. And then I saw my first match in the gladiator pits. That is where I first learned how life was for the lower castes that none of you ever take a nanoclick to consider. Each Cybertronian in that balcony has seen more Cybertronians die himself than the total of you in the rest of the gallery. Our lives are worthless!

Until--Until we decided we had worth. We, the lower castes. We, the bots who die in subsurface mills and factories creating all of the things that you up here take for granted. We learned that we were individuals by facing off against each other in the gladiator pits in Slaughter City and Kaon, and how did we know we were individuals?” He waited for a moment to let the question sink in. “We knew we were individuals because as we killed our opponents in the ring, we saw in their deaths the realization that they were individuals. And so we knew we were, too. In killing, we understood life. In being the most disposable of commodities--a gladiator, whose remains are thrown into the junkpile to be picked over and scavenged, the healthy pieces sold off to brokers in Iacon and Crystal City--in being disposable, we discovered that we had value. Someone would pay us for what we did. Someone would cheer when we killed, and roar in anger when we died.

So if our lives had worth--even to others just as worthless as we were--then we had the right to names. And that is how the sequence of events started that led to me being here before you today. My friend Orion Pax, I thank you for helping our cause gain this platform; and to the High Council, I express my thanks for your time and attention.”

This is your usual fare for miner-cum-gladiator-cum-revolutionary-cum-tyrant Megatron. The Council goes on to ask him about the bombings at Six Lasers (among others), and he says that he had nothing to do with it and that he “disavow[s] any act that does not ultimately herald a new and better era on Cybertron.” The Council then asks, “Are you not responsible if your rhetoric excites those unfortunates without your willpower, though? Do you not have the same kind of responsiblity that this Council and its members have, if your leadership position is to be taken seriously?”

Megatron does not directly answer the question. Instead he says, “What you have to worry about is what will happen if my leadership is not taken seriously.” I kind of see this response as a thinly veiled threat to the Council.

Now, this chapter is ultimately from Orion Pax’s point of view, so we get his views on things: “Orion Pax couldn’t decide whether to admire him or be scandalized that he could stand up in front of the High Council and ignore the truth.” Orion believes that Megatron is ultimately responsible for these bombings because of his rhetoric.

The plot moves on with Halogen, the main dude on the Council, calling for the Guilds to speak . Orion then gets up to speak, first insulting the Guild representative and subtly blaming the Guilds for loosing contact with the colony worlds. It is Orion who calls for the Council to choose a new prime: “Choose well, for a Prime might either lead Cybertron to a new golden era in history, or stand by as the dark energies of anger and resentment explode into planetwide chaose and war.”

We then move into chapter fourteen.

Halogen then goes on to say that these two have a point the caste system has already begun to be upended. Most of this is just plot and talking about Sentinel Prime and how he’s missing.

Orion has an epiphany: “We cannot count on anything. No existing structure can handle the problems we have raised.” And he realizes that Megatron has realized it as well, but has had a different reaction:

“Megatron looked as if he could gleefully have presided over the permanent and total destruction of every institution of Cybertronian civilization. Orion Pax wanted to be free. But if there were no Cybertron, if there were no Iacon or Hydrax or Sonic Canyons...then what good would freedom do?”

The Council goes on and on about the Matrix of Leadership, culminating with Halogen saying that it has bee lost for billions of cycles and according to Alpha Trion it might be found “in these turbulent times.” Megatron says, very softly, “yes” at this point. He thinks that Halogen is talking about him; he thinks that the council is going to choose him to be the next Prime.

And Megatron starts projecting, in my opinion. He’s angry, which he is allowed to be seeing as things didn’t go his way and anger is a natural reaction to that, he feels betrayed, though he hasn’t actually been betrayed. He accuses Orion of just wanting power. He begins to mock him: “Does Cybertron not call out in its hour of need and find...a data clerk?”

Its at this point that we get back to my earlier point of Megatron thinking that he should be in charge. He reminds Orion that he didn’t know the plights of the lower castes until he met Megatron. He learned from Megatron. I believe at this point that Megatron is having a moment of “Why should the student surpass the master? Why should this more privileged ‘bot be the Prime when I have lived this injustice first hand?” These are fair questions, and I do think that a good portion of why the Council chose Orion as the next Prime has to do with him simply being less confrontational in his speech.

To me, it seems that Prime Megatron wanted the power to change Cybertron himself, and when he was denied it, he resorted to violence. While he was a miner at the start, he is primarily a gladiator. He says it himself that he didn’t truly learn what life was like for the lower castes until he first saw, and began participating in, gladiatorial matches. He knows violent solutions to violent problems first and foremost. He also spends a lot of time in later chapters thinking about “when i’m prime…” and while some of that might be to blame on Dark Energon, I think it’s also a lot of his own thoughts. He first aspired to be the leader of the gladiators, which he became. What’s to stop him aspiring to be Prime?

Now, IDW1 Megatron is an entirely different beast (at least re: early early on ala “Births, Deaths, and Interventions” and Elegant Chaos). I’m not as familiar with him between the events of BD&I and basically the rest of anything. I don’t know how exactly he gets from miner to tyrant.

What I do know is that at the beginning, he does not want to be in charge. Terminus tells him that he has two weapons, his brain and his fists, and he must be prepared to use both of them. Megatron rejects being a figurehead. His job “is to articulate the injustice at the heart of the system in the hope that others might be inspired as one, to push against it.” Terminus is almost pushing him to be this figurehead that he doesn’t want to be.

M: “I’m not a figurehead.”

T: “But you may yet become one—and that’s why you need to listen to me. Never back down. Never compromise. Never bend. The moment you try to accommodate a rival set of interests, you subordinate your own. When your enemies realize they can’t corrupt you, or contain you, or appease you…that’s when you’ll have their attention—because that’s when you become a genuine threat.”

M: “You’re focusing too much on the individual. Lasting power rests with the collective.”

T: “Of course—but the masses need someone to rally behind. Someone to take point. And even after that, even after you’ve forced the world to be fair…the top table is set for one. You must be prepared to sit alone.”

Now. I have opinions about Terminus that aren’t…positive. But here he’s pushing—he’s pushing for Megatron to take control, to lead almost singularly; he’s pushing against what Megatron wants. I think it’s important to realize that at some point you might have to resort to violence of some sort, but I think it’s also important to encourage peacefulness until you get to the point where it is literally impossible to do otherwise.

In Elegant Chaos part 1, present day Megs has a conversation with Orion Pax (we love time travel shenanigans) and he asks, “Why rely on someone else coming along and doing your job for you—someone who may not actually want the job?” This question implies that at some point before the war properly started, he still didn’t want to be the one in charge. I believe that he was somewhat content writing and inspiring people to change the system. As evidenced in Elegant Chaos pt. 2 when Megatron is talking with Impactor: “Because the revolution will be about ideas. Taking a new step, uttering a new word…That’s what the ruling elite fears the most. Violence solves nothing.” Also, if I remember correctly he hides under the table during the fight in the bar.

#megatron #analysis #tfp megatron #idw1 megatron #mtmte megatron #i'm not putting this in the main tag bc honestly i don't care but also i don't want that drama

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floorbed · 4 years ago

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2 quote aaron as he so eloquently put it: fuck it agni playlist

poison root by alex g: self explanatory agni vibes

oh look the poison root / dug it up from the poison tree / crushed it up and boiled my tea / now i know everything

pipe thing by momma: get it!!! its bc shes alchemist subclass get it. also this song just has Weird Girl energy and i think its just a little basement lab agni being weird girl Vibe.

my finger digit is quicker / it’s the elixir / silver strings make dinner / taste the elixir

clouds by alex g: just an instrumental to vibe to. to do an agni playlist justice it also had to double as a trip playlist

caterpillar by momma: City Teenz Wizard School era agni vibes!!! 8 cha ass

i’m mostly a solitary gal / tipping with morale / scurrying around / carve the hallways / make the campus clear / isolated here / a stranger to my peers

soup by girlpool: City Teenz Wizard School pt 2 but make it inherent eldest daughter performance guilt

come over to my place / i’ll help find your fix / you’ve got lots of potential / can you feel it

daily routine by animal collective: whenever i listen 2 this song i just feel Very Competent and Ready 2 Go. and agni is a very Competent Person Who Likes To Get Shit Done. most of the times. also the beeps

just a sec more in my bed / hope the machine’s working right / when it’s just precisely tuned / that’s how it comes out so nice

lucy in the sky with diamonds by the beatles: again. hope this shit self explanatory

somebody calls you you answer quite slowly / a girl with kaleidoscope eyes

existential crisis hour! by kilo kish: thought loop time w the girlies!

if you say i’m in control and my actions serve to give my life meaning, does it have a meaning if i choose an action? (no) / are my goals necessary or do they just serve as a way to pass the time in an existence that began outside of my control? (no) / does it matter? (no)

brand new city by mitski: we love self experimenting via consuming poisons!! bad zadash bitches only

i think my brain is rotting in places / i think my heart is ready to die

sorry by alex g: brain damage feat. Moms Guilt

pariah kid / lost in a game / can you forgive me for that

sleepless by girlpool: myriad era agni in the scheme basement

i live in a gallery that no one’s ever seen / sometimes all the golden fruit falls down on top of me / the room’s beige it’s a mess / you dream to be sleepless

homage by mild high club: self explanatory vibing pt 2

please just have a laugh with me / cuz you know i am borrowing right now / these sounds have already crowned / c’mon it’s a silly dream / dreaming of the imagery unfound / the view sits nice from that cloud

strawberry fields forever by the beatles: self explanatory vibing pt 3

let me take you down / cuz i’m going to strawberry fields / nothing is real / and nothing to get hung about

#hee #mel talks #dnd tag #agni

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twitchesandstitches · 5 years ago

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Empress Terezi’s Voracious Pregnancy, Pt 2

Part two of the hyper pregnant/vore-themed bloodswap AU for @alt-hammer, with fuchsia Terezi, and in this second part, she at last lays claim to the old Empress and delivers justice! Mostly with her digestive fluids. It is the empress tradition!

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It had been many years since Empress Terezi Peixes had taken over the Empire and drove the Condesce into exile and then a hunt for her; the Empire had grown, just as the Empress did, and now, all throughout the Empire, there was news.

It made trolls shake their fists in the air and cry out ‘YES!’ with such vicious glee that their alien friends were a bit taken aback.

It made carapacians, born from long-lost ruins predating even Alternia’s oldest civilizations, shrug in polite indifference, but they considered that the Empress would be happy, so they supposed that was good enough. Jack Noir, senior aide to Consort Vantas and generally considered the most terrifyingly efficient bureaucrat alive, snorted in disdain to his cohorts. “‘Bout time,” he said.

Humans and robots (generally counted in the same category by troll censuses for reasons that no one was entirely clear on) were a bit unsure why the trolls were so jubilant, but from what they picked up, this was a momentous day indeed. Their whole lives under the blessed rule of the Empress had been good and free of toil, but there had been dark days before her, and there was a pit behind them that they didn’t want to look too deeply into. The older trolls had such dark looks whenever it was brought up, and touched awful scars as though they were edging around painful memories, and so it was left where it was.

The alien empires brought into alliance with the Alternian Empire, already surprised to have wars from the trolls stopped cold and replaced with overtures of alliance and stories of internal strife, were amicable towards the whole story. It was refreshing to not have to worry about attacks by giant trolls with their innumerable hordes smashing down cities, or armies using their terrible mental powers to destroy them from the inside out. Transformers of the Autobot Union glanced sourly in contemplation, and Silverbolt (a famous warrior and hero of their people) made grave statements that they had seen tyrants like this fall before, and they had done well in bringing justice on this particular occasion. Gems of the Pink Diamond Enclave had few opinions, finding the affairs of aliens to generally be too baffled and weird to bother getting emotional over, but nonetheless, the excesses and crimes of this particular villain certainly merited them paying the trolls the honor due to cleaning up their own mistakes.

Across every world in the Alternian empire, upon the planets of extinct species slain by troll hands and revived by troll hands (or gestation guts, to be honest), upon their ships and households and cities, in allied worlds and vassal-states, the news spread:

“The Condesce has at last been captured, and awaits her sentence. Long live the oracle empress!”

And in the capital ship of the Alternian Empire, where it was both pleasure ship and rambling exploration vessel out to deal with unforeseen problems in the Empire, the oracle empress, Terezi Peixes, was waking up to the first day of a new era.

Empress Terezi yawned, allowing the little drone housed beneath her spplendidly gravid belly to rise up just enough to clear the ground. It worked in concert with about a dozen other such drones, each floating upwards, lifting its precious cargo to a marginally convenient level.

This also raised Terezi’s massive breasts right over her face. They rose up on that titanic belly, big enough for more than six humans to sleep on each breast and sink right into the soft masses, with room to spare. Terezi walked, enormously round and firm thighs slamming together with each swing of hips more than eight feet across, and the ground shook as she stepped down with a single foot adorned with a massive stiletto heel.

It was, at least, in the imperial standard. Not as big as the Condesce’s own shoes, of course. It would be many years before Terezi grew that big, and she had instead seen fire to have those shoes ground down to make splangly horn-rings for herself. No, her heels are smaller, but more sparkly and ostentatious by far than the old Condesce would have ever wanted near her person. They arch tall, heels clicking against the floor like tap-dancing swords, and the toes look like the claws of a dragon.

It might have been a silly thing, almost childish. But Empress Terezi was long past the point of being embarrassed about anything.

Once, what seemed like an age ago, there had been an heiress on Alternia. A seaborn girl, rising up from the depths with her head full of heretical ideas and a plan to save the Alternian Empire from itself. There had been a boy who caught her eye, who hid the truth of his blood to protect himself, and one day, she had brought him home to her.

The boy who was the last descendant of the prophet who had died at the hands of her own ancestor ages ago. The Condesce, tyrant and fearmonger. The Signless, whose rage had burned Alternia and who had vowed that one day someone would rise up and finish what he started.

Terezi was the answer for both of them; she would be the Condesce’s reckoning, she had decided all those ages ago, and she would fulfill the visions of the Signless, and take vengeance for him.

Falling in love with his descendant had not been part of the plan. And yet, there was a pleasing symmetry to it. The ancestors, born in suffering and death and the manipulations of monsters from the moon, kill each other, and the descendants who right their wrongs seal a pact to do better with a kiss.

Love. It was her answer. Not romantic love, on the whole. But love alone, universal and cool-headed and a duty to uphold. An honorable matter.

In days to come, the image of the sea-dragons Terezi so loved would adorn the armor and uniforms of those who acted in her name; descendants, of a sort, of the legislacerators, seeking out injustice and righting it. They would be the hand by which she kept the Empire honest, and in ages to come, they would be the first of the new duties she created, but then again, they were a long way off.

The first of them, after all, were her own children, and pregnant even though she had been for so long, she had a long time to go.

It was a morning, like any other morning, and Terezi turned her attention back to the bed, a splendid hulk of squishy bio-material like a sponge filled with juice, like what her own breasts had become. It rise up higher than her waist, one side scooped out at a large angle so that it made a protrusion of just the right shape to support her massive belly. Terezi absently put a hand against it as she steadied herself, and she could still feel the shocking temperature shift between her own cold blood and the warmth of the bed. It grew warmer behind where she slept.

Terezi grinned and reached forward, and her hand touched a small, round shoulder. Karkat Peixes-Vantas stirred, covered in the rich furs that it pleased Terezi to use for blankets, and his curvy, feminine body was otherwise so heavily adorned in ceremonial fabrics, robe-like twists of fluttering gauze and loops of golden rings and sparkling jewels to cover his limbs that it was difficult to see any hint of his body at all, even when he was completely naked. He was the Empress’ jewel, never far from her side, and in this case the metaphor was nearly literal: Terezi’s enormous gravid belly required that she sleep a certain way, with her stomach supported by the bed, and Karkat slept snuggled into her, against her massive butt, and it was very much like a slightly smaller spoon against another.

Suddenly a human metaphor made perfect sense to Terezi. “Shit. That’s what spooning means!”

Karkat cracked an eye open, as red as his blessed blood, as red as the fabrics he wore to proudly announce his station. “What means whuh, now?” he mumbled, sleepily.

Terezi grunted, wavering and then sat down again. She sighed, patted her stomach with its precious cargo, and the gigantic breasts topping it. The weight was just too tiring to lift up, even with the hover-drones making it easier to support. “Doesn’t matter. Go back to sleep, hun.”

Karkat slowly sat up. “No… no, I’m awake.” He yawned hugely, blunt fangs fully exposed as he stretched very much like an Earth cat, all his jewelry and the other things Terezi put on him to make him spangly clanging as he flexed his back. He shook his head, longish hair falling over his shoulders.

Terezi leaned in, all the same, Karkat squeaking as a slope of her breasts mashed against his size. She placed her claws against his shoulders, bare and tickled by his hair, and her huge lips pressed little cold kisses against them, again and again. The sound of her smooches was almost lyrical in its speed, its tempo and rhythm.

Karkat turned to her, and he matched her rhythm splendidly. And soon enough, they found ways to entertain themselves together.

Hours passed and eventually, the business of the day demanded it, and their pleasurable time together ended. Terezi made a call, and on cue, several dozen handmaidens walked in, of every variety of being; trolls and humans, robots and Gems, even some smaller Autobots, asari and turians; they were of every size and shape, their robes of office matching the gauzy robes Terezi liked to emphasize her own maternal curves with.

But, consider that the plants growing in sills on the walls, and how they had grown to cover the entire wall, part of the shipboard air circulation system. But a few days ago, it had been a small plant on the wall, and now it had been around Terezi for long enough.

She was a fertile troll; a very fertile troll indeed. So much so that she radiated it from her, like a sun pushing out heat and light and generating new elements, and Terezi made everything around her grow faster, heavier, and especially more virile and fertile.

The handmaidens were all hugely pregnant, even without recently having sex of any sort. Terezi’s mere presence handled that well enough, and new life gestated within them. What they might give birth to, none of them knew; Joey Harley, one of the senior handmaidens and a human, had given birth to over a dozen troll-human hybrids despite how different the two species were. Rose Lalonde, who had simply been in Terezi’s presence frequently, had produced twenty wriggling, tentacled shifters she had taken to calling squiddles; there was no reason or biological basis on what was created through the medium of their bodies, but it was clear; be around Terezi long enough, and the same fertility that had allowed her to supplant the Mother Grub would rub off on you.

People were competing to serve as her handmaidens so it was clearly seen as a bonus.

None of the handmaidens were as huge as Terezi, though their bellies extended over a foot in front of them, squirming as their young moved around, but the adaptations Terezi’s mutations offered them allowed them to move with startling smoothness. One of them, a goldblood named Alicorn, was fairly slim by the standards of women who were universally hyper endowed due to Terezi’s proximity, managed to lead the way, bumping the other girls out of her way with her stomach bonking them away. Karkat, lost in a sea of curvy ladies but still grimly holding to Terezi’s hand, found that it was like being surrounded by aggressive bumper cars. At least he was with the alpha bumper car.

They took Terezi to the shower and washed her up. She protested, as she had done for the last year and a half. “I don’t need help!” she insisted. “I can handle this fine!”

“Your eminence, please see reason!” Alicorn said, bracing herself against one of Terezi’s thighs and pushing. It was like smashing against a wall; the thigh was wider across than Alicorn’s whole body, though Terezi was not particularly tall yet for a troll.

“I can shower myself fine,” Terezi said, trying to push herself through the doorway. The designers had been pretty imaginative but they had underestimated just how much Terezi was going to end up growing; her belly was over twenty feet across, and far wider than even that, a big gravid ball stuffed with ravenous offspring of every known kind, her pregnancy seemingly endless for the time being. While her curves were not quite as extreme as all that, her breasts were still nearly half as big as her belly, and her butt was about the same size, her broad build just thick enough to plausibly support all that mass.

Therefore, she and doors had a hard time. Her belly wedged slightly into the door… and stopped right there.

“You can’t even get through the doorway on your own!” Karkat siad. “And how are you gonna wash your… bigger bits? You can’t even reach around them!”

Terezi considered this. “You and me can wash me up without help?”

Karkat looked intrigued by this but set it aside. “I’m not gonna be enough!”

Alicorn nodded at Joey Harley, a tall human with a slim upper body but enormously wide hips and powerful thighs that served well in her respected dancing career. Her pregnant belly bouncing faintly, Joey and Alicorn moved to the door controls and discreetly hit a button that resembled Terezi’s silhouette. The door opened all the way as Terezi remained stuck in it, and Terezi fell forwards!

Now pinned on the floor by her stomach, her words were significantly muffled by her breasts in her face. “Point taken. Get in here…”

The shower was turned on, and the complicated business of scaling Terezi and her endowments was attended to. As the showers rained down, Karkat disrobed without shame or any concern, and he went to preparing the complex body washes for Terezi’s needs, as well as some complicated tools to reach out of the way areas.

The handmaidens helped him, Joey hooking together some of the more complex tools and shower-friendly ladders the handmaids would require, and Terezi sat back, humming as she let her need for control go and just let the handmaids take care of her.

Karkat and the handmaids washed her down, cleaning her chitin, grooming her hair, and Alicorn took the opportunity to make a note about Karkat as he helped wash Terezi’s body, his hands soaked in chitin washes and rubbing his paws deep against Terezi’s belly. As other handmaids crawled up her body to push her breasts out of the way to wash the undersides, ascended her sides to get to the small of her back, or elicited little squeaks as they went to rather more intimate areas, she noticed that Karkat was still reasonably close to Terezi’s height.

Not as much as when they had first began to love each other, before the rise of the new empire and Terezi’s reforms got going; Alicorn had seen pictures and they were damn adorable. A small mutant limeblood remnant, and a fuchsia heiress barely taller than him. She was growing now, mostly outwards (way, way outwards!), but she was getting taller too. She used to be able for Karkat to look her in the eyes, now she was a little over a foot taller than him.

One day, she would get bigger than the old Condesce; he’d be lucky to even be as high up as her knees. He’d wind up scaling her just for their love times. Alicorn grinned, thinking that it sounded awfully cute.

Terezi turned, her blind eyes somehow still aimed right at Alicorn. And she was smirking faintly. “What are you grinning about, Alicorn?”

Alicorn kept grinning. “Nothing, your eminence. Relationship goals!”

Terezi cackled, and said nothing more.

In time, they finished showering, and Terezi came out, in fresh robes that did not so much conceal her massive endowments and gravid pride as demand that people notice them, and Karkat’s jewelry was replaced with the ones for this day, all the better to emphasize him as Terezi’s very favorite person.

“Empress! Empress Peixes!”

Terezi and the handmaids turned as her loyal aide, Kirela, came wobbling down, and was briefly trapped in a doorway as her butt got wedged in it. She strained and heaved, her gravity belly pushing heavily, and finally she popped loose and kept coming, as if she had never been halted.

She came to a stop before Terezi, panting heavily; her breasts were larger than her head and obscured most of her body, though not her stomach. It hit the floor now, round and uncovered, and very clearly pregnant. “Congratulations!” she managed.

Terezi’s red, blind eyes darted sideways. “Uh… yeah. Whoo… for, whatever it was I did…?”

Kirela caught her breath and stood up. “Congratulations,” she said, eyes wide. “For finally bringing the Condesce to justice!”

Terezi’s eyes widened. “Wait, what!?”

Kirela grinned. “We received news! A team led by Nepeta Moolah and alien commandos-” She counted off a few names. “Bismuth of the Pink Diamond Enclave, Blackarachnia of the Autobots… they found out where the Condesce has been lurking all these years and attacking your empire, and they brought her in!”

Terezi felt a great weight lift from her. It didn’t feel real.

For years she had been working for this day, dreaming of it, waiting for it to finally be happening… and now it was here, and she didn’t know what to say.

“The Condesce… is in custody?” she said.

Kirela bowed her head. “It is the latest news; she was brought in late last night, after you retired to your chambers. She awaits your judgement, at your leisure.”

Terezi’s stomach rumbled. They gave her a significant look.

Terezi still wasn’t sure what to feel or what to think, but she did know how to play to an audience. “Well, guess that’s breakfast sorted out,” she said dryly. She got a few laughs at least, and privately, she kept thinking:

‘It’s finally almost done.”

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It was said that you could always tell when Terezi’s erratic flight path was taking her to a planet, by the number of women who swelled into spontaneous pregnancy, and whose hips and breasts swelled large enough to wreck doorways and the limits of clothing.

Everyone Terezi passed on her way to the judgement halls, at least the women, were hugely pregnant. It was uncanny; around Terezi, breasts bigger than exercise equipment were the norm, hips wide enough to make doorways an impediment were commonplace.

A fact Terezi was very quickly reminded of.

“Goddammit NOT AGAIN!” she roared as once again she moved through a door, it opening wide for her stomach, but not quite wide enough for her hips and backside. She moved forwards but her massive butt caught on the frame, crumpling it and bending the wall inwards, and her imposing frame wobbled in place as she tried to get out of it. A handmaid hurried to hit the buttons and open it properly.

“This happens every time you try to get through a door, and it's been like that for years,” Karkat said acidly. “Learn to wait a second, geez!”

“No!” Terezi said petulantly, stomping through another doorway to the exact same results. She yelled as this time, her belly wedged firsts. The handmaids sighed long-sufferingly and hurried to fix it.

In this very gradual manner, Terezi maneuvered her way to the judgement halls.

She kept calm, on the surface.

Inside, she was yelling a lot, and desperately running scenarios through her head. She needed cameras for this, she needed an audience. She needed the empire to know that here and now, it was done…

Or did it? Did they really? A whole generation of trolls had sprung without ever knowing the terrors of culling or the Condesce’s tyranny, and for the rest, to the galaxy as a whole… she had been nothing more than a bad memory for years and years. So many people just didn’t care about her anymore, not when Empress Peixes had made everyone’s lives so much nicer and happier.

And maybe being disposed of in the dark, without any ceremony, was the perfect fate to befall her. Even so, Terezi turned on the cameras. This moment would be remembered.

And into the judgement halls, there she was.

The old and cruel Leviathan cracked an eye open, her wounds still fresh, her ancient chitinous armor cracked by a long, brutal battle, and it was amazing how much she looked like Terezi. And yet, nothing like her, so that the similarity made several of her attendants step back in alarm. It was like seeing the sun come up, and it was an empty hole in the sky.

There was no warmth or love in those eyes. Just cruelty, calculating ruthlessness. She stared at them and did not see them, as though they were nothing. Her gaze paused upon Karkat, a look of coveteousness in her eyes, and then she lingered upon Terezi.

For a moment, her expression was surprisingly placid. Accepting, in fact.

She was massive, too. The biggest troll to ever live, the Condese was nearly twenty feet tall, and even bound and in chains she towered over Terezi. Her swollen breasts spilled onto the floor, larger around than any of them were tall, and her backside so massive that it rose up like a pair of hills behind even her mane of wild hair.

Terezi advanced, taking full control of the moment. She stared at her ancestor, her enemy, the living embodiment of everything she had fought for so long, and she allowed this since of final victory to fill the moment

She spoke again. “So, you. At last.”

The Condesce said nothing, glowering at the troll who finally beat her.

Terezi realized, to her numb shock, that after all this time, she wasn’t totally sure what to say.

She’d rehearsed this moment ever since she was old enough to understand the duty before her. When she read the writings of the Disciple and began to understand the fervor of the Signless, and the horrors everyone on Alternia suffered under, she had begun to practice then. When she led the first steps to claim Alternia for her own, she had swallowed up every single atrocity and lingering hint of engineered evil and stored it away, fuel for her righteousness.

As Alternia fell under her sway, and she built it into reclaiming the entire Empire, devouring every single arm of the bureaucracy and alighting the Empire with a revolutionary flame that destroyed everything that did not side with her, she had imagined this moment. She’d planned for it, prepared for it, worked so hard to make sure this day would come, and everything the Condesce represented finally ended…

And now it was here, and all the little speeches she had planned seemed insufficient.

Terezi likes her personas. None of them really seemed appropriate for the Condesce.

She remembered an echo of something that had once tried to waylay her, so long ago. A man on the moon, long digested in her guts and his infinite power transferred to her. He had told her so much, even if she understood little of it, and he had said something she still remembered: “The Condesce was only ever a tool to the goal of making Alternia a world of ruthless survivors. She is not entirely to blame for what it has become. I am, you see. She is only what I made her to be. What I made all of you to be. Except, it seems, for you.”

Now that she was face to face with her, Terezi found some small swell of pity for the Condesce.

She leaned forward. “After all the things you’ve done… I can’t show mercy now.”

The Condesce scoffed. “I lost,” she said. “I ain’t winning this one now. Don’t screw around, kid.” She looked almost mournful. “Let me finish it like I’m supposed to.”

Terezi nodded, at that. “Then… that’s a last request, I suppose.”

The Condesce grinned. “That’s just how it’s supposed to go. The strong beat and eat the weak. If you’re the winner here, prove it.”

Terezi smirked, falling into another role, that of the Snarky Heroine. “If you insist, oh evil queen.”

At her command, the bindings keeping the Condesce bound and incidentally draining away her psionics (a modification of a similar design used to drain Terezis’ own stores of power in her sleep, fueling the ship so that there was no need for a helmsman) shifted. Machines above them moved up, and the Condesce was lifted up high, almost in a standing position, and then they pulled back, hoisting her upwards and lifted her feet forwards. Quite helpless, and right in front of Terezi.

For a moment, Terezi was baffled by her sheer size. She was so… big! Terezi didn’t even come up to her knees…

She glowered. The scale of her duty hadn’t held her back before, and she opened her jaws wide.

As Terezi’s mouth stretched unnaturally wide, sliding over webbed claws, the Condesce’ss eyes widened in a bit of shock, despite her acceptance of her fate. Terezi’s maw was so damn wet, so cold and, the suction was incredible.

From that first touch, her fate was sealed. But it had been the moment Terezi was born.

Slowly, Terezi swallowed, savoring this rare and unique taste. She would never again, she reasoned, devour something quite like her, and such a historic moment out to be drawn out. The Condesce’s toes and feet slid down her throat, into her belly, and for a moment, Terezi considering tapping into the blend of pan-caste abilities and her First Guardian powers to bully the Condesce’s mind into submission, so she wouldn’t resist, and suspected that the Condesce had probably booby-trapped her mind.

No sense risking that, then. She just kept gulping, trusting in her finely honed predatory talents to win this final battle.

Karkat took a few steps back in awe and shock as Terezi began to, well. Swallow the Condesce whole.

Bit by bit, the Condesce’s legs were disappearing into Terezi’s ravenous maw, vanishing past through those massive lips. Calves built for kicking down buildings and wider across than Terezt’s whole body were disappearing down her through, and he could see the shapes of her stomach swelling up with the webbed feet of the Condesce.

The Condesce’s legs buckled as the paralytic effects of Terezi’s gut venom began to hit her. She winced, and turned it into a cackle. “Is that all ya got? Huh? I ain’t even feeling it, it don’t even HURT!”

Terezi scoffed, as if to say ‘not my style’. Despite being so much smaller than the Condesce, she was still slurping her down.

The knees went next. The binding automatically came undone as Terezi gobbled down another part of her, so that they slid out of her lips like falling bits of noodles. Terezi’s stomach swelled out, just to contain those legs.

The Condesce lowered down, more and more, into Terezi’s guts. Her thighs slid in, and Terezi gaped at having to contain so much… mass! They were so huge, so massively wide and unbelievably thick, they squished out of her mouth and jiggled just being gulped down, a ton in each inch…

She kept gulping down, and they slowly traveled down. She tasted… she tasted so good! Did evil jsut taste better, so that heroines like herself would want to devour more villains? It was worth examining this in the future!

The Condesce’s butt was so jiggly, but that actually made it harder to swallow; Terezi’s jaws worked furiously, gently forcing the jello-like masses down when the two cheeks were bigger around than Terezi’s own stomach was. And combined with her monstrous hips, Terezi’s jaws ballooned out wide just to contain it all, but contain it she did, and down it went, so that the Condesce was now awkwardly squatting partway into Terezi’s body.

A look of panic came into the Condesce’s eyes now, through the fatalistic apathy. Perhaps the reality of the situation had finally become apparent to her. “Is that, all you got!?” she demanded, finding some reassurance in pure bravado.

Terezi mumbled, as if to say ‘nah’.

Now Terezi’s stomach had more than doubled in size, the Condesce’s legs clearly outlined. Next Terezi got to work on her waist, her hungry mouth slowly working upwards so that Terezi was dragging herself along her prey’s body, and her much smaller size made her voracity all the more stunning. The handmaids and Karkat watched, unable to look away.

Up her waist.

Up her stomach, plump with thousands of worlds with populations she’d devoured. This made Terezi pat her belly, impregnated with the memory of those fallen civilizations, and she directed a thought towards the Condesce: ‘I got myself pregnant with the people you destroyed, and when I’m done, everything you ever wiped out will be alive again. As if you never existed. And the best part? I’m pregnant with them NOW. You’ll wind up feeding the very people you devoured. A nice circle of life kinda thing. How’s that make YOU feel?’

The Condesce’s eyes widened in fury, and she opened her mouth for a retort, and Terezi swallowed upwards, right to her chest with such ferocity that the sensations of Terezi’s erogenous throat made the Condesce actually stutter a few words, and stop entirely.

Those monstrous, gigantic breasts. Terezi paused for a moment, because they were just so damn big. They were even bigger than her own body, massive and full. One day, perhaps she would be even bustier than that, and cute little Karkat would be able to sleep between them… Terezi drooled at the thought, and the bit of lubrication made it easier to slurp down the Condesce’s chest. Much like her butt, it required delicacy to work through their jiggly consistency, and Terezi’s throat bulges with the massive spheres, the Condesce’s arms sliding down with them.

Now the Condesce was inside Terezi’ all the way to her shoulders.

And those, two, were swallowed right away.

The last of the bindings came free, and they both dropped with a massive crash, Terezi’s gut now filling up the room with its payload of Condesce, and her prey’s face twitched as Terezi kept gulping upwards. “Come on!” The Condesce said. “Aint you had enough yet!?”

“Never,” Terezi said indistinctly, and abruptly the Condesce’s face disappeared past her lips.

It would be a sight immortalized in video for many ages to come; the old tyrants face vanished into Terezi’s mouth, and her horns sliding past: jewels, tiara, and all the other assortments of her office, all at once. The Condesce’s pudgy lips, moving soundlessly beneath Terezi’s throat, and suddenly vanishing from sight made a suitable metaphor for the inevitable defeat of evil through just means. People would watch, and sigh in relief, as once and for all, evil was vanquished.

The horns, the hair, Terezi finished them off in a single massive gulp. The vast mane and those gigantic horns slid down easily, forced down her throat, and Terezi’s stomach gave one final swell

And with that last gulp, immortalized on video and soon to be relayed to all the empire, the last echoes of the Condesce’s reign, with all its pain and suffering, was over. Where once the Condesce had flogging juts and burning executions, now there was just a single gulp to signal her time was done.

Terezi lay back, holding a belly and, though she was blind, she still perceived a vast expanse before her. Almost twenty feet of troll lay within her now, and her belly had swelled to handle all of her; walls pressed against her stomach, the floor, even the ceiling. Her gut was so big, a massive sphere of flesh.

And she felt the Condesce, at last, begin to digest, and she felt so full. Terezi closed her eyes as the flavors rushed to her.

Karkat touched her hand gently. “You doing okay?”

Terezi opened an eye lazily, feeling his mind as well as his touch. “Never better,” she said, and kissed him.

And as the Condesce began to feed her, Terezi felt the first trickles of her power flow into her, and she felt Karkat.

She felt his mind, so bright, so crackling with grouchy concern, so full of love for her. She felt every intricity of his consciousness, and her mind spread out, fitting into ever open space until she was all but engulfing him.

Karkat blinked, looking woozy. “Whoo… that feels… nice.”

And Terezi felt Kirela. She felt Joey, and above them, distantly; she felt the others. The android Hal, the humans June and Jake and Jade. She felt trolls who had served her since the beginning of her Empire: the tealblood Feferi, the blueblood Nepeta, Konyyl and Bronya and thousands of others, and as Terezi touched their minds, they bodies swelled and her fertility flowed directly into them, clothing bursting as curves swelled out too large for them to possibly contain, their bellies abruptly expanding with a payload of hundreds of new offspring.

And still her mind expanded further. As the hour passed, and the Condesce continued to dissolve, and Karkat and the handmaids soothed her belly to ease digestion and the pleasure of it, Terezi felt her consciousness continued to expand as the Condesce’s power was fully absorbed.

She felt Alternia, and all those upon it.

She felt Earth, so distant from here, and the cute little humans who lived there.

She felt farther worlds, far indeed; Cybertron, a wondrous world now free from civil war and injustice. Homeworld, a place now flying only the flag of Pink Diamond where all its people lived without caste or court. Further places, still further, and all of them Terezi felt as though they were her own mind.

She felt it all. She felt each mind, each little spark of wonder and hopes and dreams, how they all felt so akin to one another.

She felt the universe, the great shifting tide of it all, and she almost wept with the beauty of it.

“How could you have been evil,” she whispered softly to her stomach, begging of the dissolving Condesce. “If you could feel all THIS?”

There was no reply. Presumably, there was not enough left of the Condesce to suggest anything in particular.

Terezi leaned back, enjoying her newly expanded perceptions, and telekinetically lifted Karkat right off the ground. He squeaked but opened his arms as she pulled him to her, and he landed gently in her cleavage, to embrace her.

“Make an ote of it,” Terezi said lightly, to Kirela. “Today is a new holiday. I dunno what but… the whole Empire is gonna remember the day I finally won.”

Kirela smiled, her breasts swelling so much it was amazing she could even see over them by now. “It shall be down… one and only empress.”

Terezi smiled at that. “Come on.” She patted her squirming belly. “Let’s go show everyone that the Condesce is gone.” She marched away, attendants and hover-drones propped up her gut, backside and breasts, and went to the nearest assortment of bystanders.

She got stuck in the doorway again, but to be honest, she really should have expected that.

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