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AAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK AT THEEEEEMMMMMMM caws. cawwssss thank youuuu
wonder what they're calling over đ€
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revenge on @dragon-subwayâs gnash and fen :] one of my favorite duos ever đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
#texture king at it again#fr i love this#other's art#crypt's sillies (oc tag)#fen#oc: commander gnash#duo: dogbite
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The anchor ring that houses the base
#elden ring#morgott the omen king#margit the fell#my own work#man he's so much fun to draw#shiita is all subtle accents#morgott is all texture#all these gnarly horns and folds and scars and hairs#truly a crucible king <3#love him#ahh i'm almost at stormveil castle on my current playthrough#time to die to margit and listen to him scolding me for my ambitions over and over again
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Yuri!!! On Cards collaboration!
So, I know I've been pretty inactive recently, at least in posting my own art but for good reason! In the Yuri on the Web Discord server artists and writers alike have all collaborated to illustrate a deck of cards and write stories for each of them. And as a resident artist myself, I couldn't not take the opportunity to draw for this project UuU
Oh and if anyone was wondering, yes, I am to blame for inflicting this giant project onto the server BUT I REGRET NOTHING AND NEITHER WILL YOU IF YOU CHECK OUT EVERYONE ELSE'S WORKS. Trust me, they are amazing! The masterpost can be found here!
GIANT thanks to @lines-on-ice and @yaoiconnoisseur for helping so much and being amazing co-administrators and basically making this entire thing possible! You really saved me from my own overambition XD
The guidelines for this project can be found on the Yuri!!! On Cards blog as can the masterpost with all the links to everything. All the art that gets posted to Tumblr will also be reblogged by the blog.
With all that said, here's the actual art I made! (Break for those who don't want their dash to die UuU)
Okay, I lied. First, I'd heavily recommend for you to check out the guideline posts, both the general and artists' and even the writers' if you're up to it to get a grasp of the perimeters of this project. There's also some vague lore and AU stuff about the whole thing to find which will give you context for why the art looks the way it does to a certain extent.
You can also just jump right in and take everything as I ramble about it which, I mean, I won't stop you, the guideline posts aren't short. I will not blame you. You can still just look at the art. If that's your choice, go on ahead!
First up!
Ace of the Kingdom Otabek, The Deep Shadow
Being of the Kingdom of Diamonds, he's skillful and sharp. He moves quietly as a shadow and is just as mysterious.
Okay, I can't comment much on how he actually is, you'll have find that out by reading his fic(let?). They were supposed to be ficlets but as writers tend to do, none of us could manage that so take "ficlet" with a big grain of salt for every written work.
I've, by the way, not read any of the ficlets for this project beside my own so I'll get to experience the reveal with y'all and I'm gonna perish waiting.
Anyway, about the art. The yellow of course comes from the Kingdom of Diamonds' designated colour. As for the outfit, it's based on this handsome fellow I found who's supposed to be a Kazakh archer which I thought fit Otabek's whole shadow thing perfectly (and Writingfromtheshadow's fic Equivalent Exchange has me in an iron grip and I don't want to be released).
If there are any Kazakhs in the audience, you are free to laugh at me for any inaccuracies or missteps, I am but a humble little not-Kazakh, I don't expect to have gotten it all right UuU
Next up!
King Yuuri, Wanderer of Dreams
The ruler of his realm, he is as the mind flows. Kind and benevolent yet of fickle thoughts, the spirals of the subconscious are ones he both masters and bows to.
Again, gonna be waiting for his fic with everyone else but like. It's Yuuri. Anxiety is kind of a given.
In terms of art, I don't know if you can tell but this was where I started writing my will because oh my stars, what did I get myself into. If you follow me or my art, you'll know that I don't draw lineless. Like ever. And apparently I decided this project on a deadline that others were depending on me making look nice was the place to go all out.
And the worst part is that I'm not even mad at it so I have no argument to not do it again.
Anyway, the blue is from the designated colour of spades and yes, you've guessed right as to why this colour was picked for this suit. I'm predictable, leave me alone. As for the rest, the outfit is inspired by traditional Japanese dress that the Internet told me about (again, Japanese may laugh at me all they want UuU Your culture is very cool but also there was so much info, I hope I got it at least a bit right).
Also I spent like eight hours looking at hanakotoba for this and I've never been this happy about a decision I regretted so much while I was having to draw that many flowers. And you know I had to include The Gay Flower^(TM).
The Japanese iris is now Yuuri's btw.
All the flowers used are: Japanese irises, Jasmine flowers, Forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, white roses, green carnations and blue roses (Viktor's flower. Read: I am predictable).
And finally!
Queen Minako, Tamer of Minds
Of the Realm of Dreams, she sees your fears, the snares laid by the subconscious and, strict and blunt as she is, she clears a path for the motivated and lets no potential go to waste.
Again, haven't read a word of the fic.
This one was by far the one that I made the fastest and I would've loved to do more with it but like deadlines. I'm gracefully skipping over the fact that I set the deadline and am fully to blame for being late.
But, as with Yuuri, blue is for spades. And since I wanted her to have a leotard but still match Yuuri and make her outfit look even slightly Japanese inspired, sheer fabric to the rescue! With cherry blossoms, of course, because CSP had the pattern preinstalled UuU
And I don't know if it worked but I tried to make her hair both look like her signature style, traditional Japanese hairstyles I found on the good ol' Interwebs and then kind of a spade by having that middle stick be the stem and the hair the spade's butt.
Also this probably goes without saying but the ranks of the characters are just titles. Yuuri is not married to Minako, she is just the Queen and he the King, don't worry.
Again, a BIG thank you to everyone who also participated, it was so fun to work together on this and see everyone's progress! Nic and Lil, you're amazing, thank you so much for everything you've done for this!
And to everyone who's made it this far, thank you for sticking around and please go check out all the other art and the ficlets! I promise it's worth it!
Masterpost | AO3 collection
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this project almost killed me#i am so infinitely happy about everyones contributions they are so lovely and i am gonna die happy now#but seriously what idiot decided to try a new and more detailed rendering style on a deadline#its me#i am that idiot and if i had a time machine past me would have gotten the fattest slap#idk if im ever gonna do that again but if i know myself at all itll happen because this wasnt disastrous enough a result to dissuade me#and most of it im pretty happy with#also i had so much fun with otabek#i got to play with light and texture and light and those smoke tendrils in the back and light and that fabric and light and#also rendering minako was a BLAST even if i churned her out on severe sleep deprivation my only energy being spite for my own mortality#oh and yes it was a this we decided that the aces should somehow incorporate the king of the given suit so the anger kitten is there#in otabeks i mean#now ON TO ANOTHER PROJECT#THATS... ON A DEADLINE#UH#yuri on cards#yuri on ice#yoi#yuri on ice fanart#yoi fanart#fanart#art#arom antix art#arom antix#otabek altin#katsuki yuuri#okukawa minako#collab
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youtube for some inexplicable reason keeps suggesting videos to me about whether sonic 3 or mufasa will be the bigger hit at the box office and I'm not gonna watch the videos but also like. I really hope it's sonic-
#my reasons for this are as follows#1) I like the sonic movies#2) I am sick and tired of the live action disney remakes AND their obsession with sequels so to essentially do Both at Once is evil to me#and I need it to fail please ohmygod I cannot take any more of these please someone make it STOP#3) I have a very specific hatred of hyper-realistic cgi lion king remake and now they're doing ANOTHER ONE makes me mad also#also yknow what as an aside I'm gonna yell about lion king 2019 fuck it these are my tags on my blog and i am going to subject people to my#Weirdly Specific Opinions about a movie. anyways I mean again hatred for the life action remake obsession ASIDE like. it just fucking sucks#like for how much they hyped up how Realistic the visuals are and how Lifelike it looks uhhhhhhhh. it looks 'realistic' in the sense that#the models and textures are good and like that's all I can say about it#the actual animation like-#IT'S SO BAD. THE CHARACTERS DONT EVEN EMOTE IN ANY WAY AT ALL. IT LOOKS LIKE A BORING NATURE DOCUMENTARY BUT WORSE BECAUSE AT LEAST REAL#LIFE LIONS DONT JUST STAND THERE BLANKLY#and before you say 'oh but sage real life lions dont smile and have eyebrows and stuff' I KNOWWW#BUT ALSO LIKE. BODY LANGUAGE. COME ON. IF YOU DONT WANT TO STUDY REAL LIONS CAN YOU AT LEAST LIKE LOOK AT A HOUSE CAT OR SOMETHING#also it Extra pisses me off because the original lion king like.......... the animation is So Good.... and they clearly did their research#into cat body language.... and also THE ANIMATION IS SOOO GOOD......#and then the remake is um. well fucking look at it.#also they cant even get the ATMOSPHERE right like how do you even do that#ughhhh i haaaate that fucking remake i hate it soooo much#but uh. yeah anyways. hate lion king 2019 and sonic 3 needs to destroy mufasa
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"in every life"
curse reincarnation, fluff
ryomen sukuna x reader
Synopsis: you, a former sorcerer and sukuna's wife, are killed in the heian era. sukuna does not believe in a life without you, so he takes it upon himself to bring you back a thousand years later
to sum it up: you are sukuna's life, and no matter how long he has to wait, he will bring you back to him by any means necessary
WC: 3,621
Warning(s): angst in the beginning, reader death (but you're revived), brief icky descriptions of a vessel's possession
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Sukuna remembers the exact moment you left him, soul fluttering almost gracefully from your eyes as your body fell limply into his four arms.
The moment replays in his mind as though it had only happened yesterday, or perhaps as recently as a few hours prior. Time has never been something the king of curses worried himself over, for his strength and existence exceeded such mortal constructs, but when his thoughts wander to you as frequently as air fills and deflates from his lungs, the very concept grows skewed and suddenly, time is a matter of great importance to him.
A king is nothing without his queen beside him, his rock, his partner, and that is what you are. That is what you were, but Sukuna refuses to address you in any form of past tense because your temporary withdrawal from the planet and from his side would never alter the fact that you are his, that you have been his, and that you will be his until the end of time.Â
Sukuna has never been one for romantics, for connections that tie his free spirit down from the unfettered, terrifying rule that he leads, but when you entered his life, his opinions shifted and his ambitions changed, making room for you at his side upon his throne.Â
The two of you had been married for years before you left him. Sukuna had never bothered to count, but now he finds himself mulling over the yearsâ contents in search of a piece of your memory that can stay with him until the time comes for you to return to his hand.Â
When you were alive, Sukuna never fathomed you leaving his side. He almost feels he should punish you for so abruptly taking an absence from him without permission, castigating your spirit until he feels that the space you once occupied close to him emanates remnants of an apology, of guilt, of a promise to never do such a foolish thing ever again.Â
When you were alive, you were a sight to behold, a perfect fit for the title of his wife. You were deserving of each and every privilege he bestowed upon you; of holding his face in your small, dainty hands, of pressing your lips to the textured plate of his face, of throwing your legs over his thighs as you settle onto his lap with a large, burly arm coming around you and securing you there for all of his servants and former concubines to see how high you sit amongst him and how low they remain beneath the two of you.Â
You always said what you were thinking. While he ensured that everyone within and outside of his temple feared him, you were always unaffected by his intimidating presence. He remembers one instance in which you were lying beneath him, a mess of silk fabrics swarming your bare figure over your reserved place in his bed with your hair splayed out messily over the pillows and your eyes weighted with a foolish look of what he could only describe as enchantment and tender allegiance.
He feels the ghost of your fingers trace his jaw as he looks down at you quietly, dwarfing you in his mass. A smile touches your soft lips with a rosy hue swirling over your (s/c) skin.Â
âYour eyes are quite beautiful.â
Your voice is a whisper of past enamorations through Sukunaâs ear as his brows arch in reminiscence. He remembers how he glared at you in confusion, face hard though he always allowed you to continue admiring him, to continue touching him without consequence. His eyes, which mirror the color of fresh, crimson blood as he has watched it gurgle from the mouths and limbs of his victims, staining the streets, his hands, and his monstrous legacy, are windows you believe to be⊠beautiful.
Your sentiments never failed to befuddle him. He never did understand why you associated such a ferocious beast with beliefs so light and pure. He is not beautiful, he had thought. He never desired to be beautiful. He is simply Ryoman Sukuna, enough of himself to be categorized in unique isolation, separate from your labels of aesthetic charm and peace.Â
Youâre silly. Silly with love and submission, he thinks, but he has never denied you of these admirations though he fails to agree.Â
Besides, you are his wife. He would have allowed you to worship him in any way you pleased if you asked, and in truth, you hardly did ask. You knew what you were to Sukuna, how you and only you remained the only soft spot that the salmon haired demon withheld in his breast. You were beyond requesting approval to love him in the ways you saw fit, and Sukuna was pleased because you knew, in all spaces, that you were his and he was yours.Â
Among all the trophies of battles won, of cities conquered, of titles obtained, you are Sukunaâs greatest prize.Â
His love for you was always silent, long glances and grips of the waist, orders to slaughter on your behalf and the pat of his hand over his beefy thigh to beckon you over. His love was an unrestrained space for you to express your desires, to demand his attention, and his compliance with a veil of frustration poorly masking his easy willingness to give you anything you pleased. His love was long, sleepless nights, the marking of his territory by means of stinging bites and purple bruises over your smooth skin that no living being in his wake could mistake for anything but a reminder of your connection to him.Â
His love was you incarnate, just a woman before hellâs greatest crown, but his love no less. His wife. His queen. His eternity.
Sukuna does not know why he mourned you when you died. He found himself reacting impulsively, in a short-lived panic when your blood spilled over his skin and your eyes lost the light that heâd been following through the tunnel of his rein for years.Â
He knows death is a taboo concern only for mortals to fret over, but when you die, he feels as though he has died himself. Your life flashes before his eyes, your time with him, and this strange ache swarms his body and manifests as a ball in his throat as his ruby hues melt over you in alarm.Â
He struggles to accept your parting. Heâs viciously angry, a horrible wreck that his servants fear stepping too close into proximity as the time passes and your vacancy weighs itself over his temple and his body like a mountain. He had believed your death to be painful, but the period that follows, the period of waiting stings him like no pain he has endured before.Â
A king needs his queen, and without you, no matter for how long, he feels empty. He rampages his heartache away, but it no longer holds the satisfaction it did when you were with him, watching from the sidelines and cheering him on. His estate feels colder somehow, the dent youâve left in his bed losing its shape and the memory of you fading from othersâ minds, but not from his. Never from his.Â
Sukuna knows that he will see you again. In any era, no matter how much farther into the future, he will find you once more, bring you back to his embrace, and dust off the crown that he has reserved for your pretty head alone.Â
He holds onto a piece of you, storing it safely, awaiting the time to revive you even within his own cursed slumber after having sealed himself for a millenia, severing parts of him and scattering it over the country.
You, however, remain stowed safely in one place. A place he will remember to return to when he reawakens in rebirthed flesh.
Now, a millenia following your untimely death, Sukuna stares emptily at the woman before him, curling and tossing around with bound wrists and ankles at his feet.
Sheâs crying, screams of horror rising into the starry sky as Sukunaâs eyes glint menacingly beneath the moonlight. He watches her carefully, curling his lips. He looks at this pest, this fragile, forgettable mortal woman and sees everything that you are not. For a moment, he hesitates, his fingers clutching over the ancient parchment wrapped object he holds protectively within his grasp at his side.Â
His brows draw together in frustration induced by your vessel. He knows he picked wisely, however, he can not deny the hesitation that captures his mind when he contemplates whether this vessel will do your worth justice. Whether it will truly bring you back the way he plans for you to be.Â
He holds up the object in his hand, your energy emitting from behind the paper and through his veins, easing into his blackened soul. You are practically calling to him, holding his hand, murmuring into his ear that it will be okay.Â
Sukuna is reminded then and there solely by the spirit of you that nothing in this world could even begin to dwindle the brilliance in which you shine, that even within the body of a bird or a squirrel, your essence would burst through. You will reincarnate wholly as how you left him, and as nothing less.Â
With a heavy exhale through his nose, Sukuna unravels the object, tossing the parchment to the ground, and takes a step forward to approach the young woman squirming in the grass before him. He walks over her, feet planted on either side of her figure, and bends down. Her eyes go white with terror as snot and tears dribbles over her nose and down her cheek. Sukuna looks into her coldly, grasping a hand over her face and digging his black nails into her jaw.Â
She shudders an agonizing, shrill screech that is soon muffled by the manner in which Sukuna squeezes her cheeks inward and forcefully pries her mouth open.Â
With a steely, disconnected glare, Sukuna takes the object imbued with your cursed energy, your ring finger. He pulls your wedding band from the decrepit digit and pushes it to the womanâs lips. Her eyes go wide as she chokes over her jawâs lack of mobility, and the taste of something foreign and timeworn on her tongue. Her stuttered, whimpering gasps release and she gargles once Sukuna pushes the object down her throat. He slaps his hand back over her mouth as it slides down her throat and she twitches uncontrollably, eyes cracking with red veins.Â
The king of curses holds her still as her body flops wildly, her chest lurching forward and limbs flying about. Her body can not handle the intrusion of a thousand year old sorcererâs influence, so it fails. Her eyes roll into her skull and her fingers twitch once her limbs have stilled in the grass. A symphony of crickets chirping lifts into Sukunaâs ears as the woman beneath him goes completely silent, dead, still.
He waits. After a millennia of existence confined to cursed flesh, after years of the cold left in your wake nipped at his skin, after battling bodies for dominance over a vessel, he waits just a few seconds more for you.
After it seems as though he has lost you for a second time, the bodyâs eyes flicker. Sukuna stills above you, pupils shrunken in anticipation.
Movement shifts beneath him. A chest rises, and breathing begins steadily through it. The color of this vesselâs skin shifts, transitioning slowly, milking into the hue of gentle (s/c) that Sukuna once caressed with his rough fingers. Color flushes through pale cheeks, and irises of (e/c) roll back from the skull and stare widely ahead, directly into Sukunaâs gaze. Finally, your voice comes, a gentle hum of confusion and discomfort as you regain your lost senses.
Sukunaâs heart skips as the familiar warmth of your body emanates from beneath him again, and his hand is slowly sliding from your parted lips. He feels as though heâs just run a marathon despite his inability to wind himself. He breathes out heavily, gradually, and silence envelopes the two of you in the darkness of the late night.Â
While Sukuna had planned this from the very moment you went dead in his hands, he feels somehow starstruck by you. You look as beautiful as you were centuries in the past, skin smooth, brows curled, lips soft as though you had not been gone from his life for more than a brief second. You have returned to him as he had thoughtfully calculated, and yet, he can not fathom the fact that you are here at long last, mere centimeters away, manifested into truth by his graze of your chin.Â
The muscles in your brows pull together in disbelief, glimmering eyes shining over as you take in the sight before you. The last thing you felt was a blade slicing into your heart and ripping down through your body, the last vision of Sukuna racing to throw you into him as your opponent met his end with the selective mutilation of his internal organs at your husbandâs hard, feral, red glance.
You blink hurriedly, shooting a hand out to your husbandâs bicep. â...Ryo?â you whisper in a trembling voice, knowing him by gaze and presence and touch alone.Â
The said demonâs brows angle and his body lurches forward with a sharp exhale upon hearing your voice utter his name outside of the confines of his mindâs nostalgia and imagination. He is overcome by the return of you to him, eyes fiery with longing for his once lost love and shoulders aching as the weight that had been crushing down finally releases. The sensation of your fingers curling over his arm sends chills down his spine, for time has never altered Sukunaâs course of existence, but time tells in the way he physically shivers when your loving contact revives on his skin after having been stripped of him for what feels like eternity.
Tears pool in your eyes and your shaky hands raise to smooth over his face, exploring his marked skin and familiarizing yourself with the structure of the being you fell in love with many lifetimes ago. Sukunaâs brow flinches as you feel over his face, and his own palm cradles over your cheek, dwarfing your head in the fashion it always used to as the back of his fingers skim over your heated flesh.Â
âRyomen,â you say his name again, voice crumbling and your shoulders jerking in awe.
He trips down into you, hands clutching over your head as you guide his face down with his hasty movements. Your name tumbles hoarsely from his rumbling voice, against your lips, and slotting into your mind in a haze as his lips meet yours urgently.Â
You cry gently into him, lips parting and pushing back in as he kisses you fervently, savoring you, burrowing you into his bodyâs memory to recover the time he has spent deprived of you. Your hands fly over his neck, down his back, detailing the ridges and the muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his shirt that you know so well. He presses himself down into you, pulling you in closer by your head, flushing your chests together to intertwine your souls once more. Heady grunts and growls heave into your mouth between frenzied, stunned, satisfied kisses, and each time a tear of yours catches into the liplock, Sukuna is pulling it into his lips, saltiness swirling through the sweet release of his misery.Â
Heâs missed you. So very much, heâs missed you. He doesnât know how he has managed to go so long without you now that you are here again, now that he is holding you again, kissing you again.Â
âMy king,â you whimper when you get a chance to break away, foreheads bumping as Sukuna shushes you gently.
âDo not fret, peach,â he soothes you, lips brushing yours as his now loving gaze spills into your own. âYou are alright.â
Despite Sukunaâs ruthlessness and his wild murderous expeditions, as well as his blood-curdling tone that further accentuates the weight of his threats when thrown into the direction of others, Sukuna melts into calmness for you, his low voice mellow and meditative, enraptured in the peace that you bring him. You know all sides of your dear husband, and yet this is the rawest side of him that you know, that he treats you with.Â
âWhat happened?â you whisper as his hands run over you, catching your tears and tracing the curves of your flesh. âWhere are we?â
âIn the garden,â he answers you easily, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.Â
âAt⊠at home?âÂ
He hums in affirmation, leaning back just a bit to stare into you. The pairs of your eyes shine as they absorb the image of one another, still and sincere. Grass tickles your ears and your arms, and you look down, realizing that you are lying in a patch of greenery. You slowly tilt your head to the side, and Sukuna keeps his gaze glued to you like you will disappear before him. Your eyes capture the stems of daffodils and lavender that sprout around your head, pointing into the night sky and swaying gently in the warm breeze. You recognize the plants as the ones you had always taken to tending by the creek behind Sukunaâs temple, which he had the servants fashion as a suitable garden for you to indulge in.Â
You do not recall being here last. You recall dying. You recall your world going dark.
You turn back to meet his heavy eyes. âWhat did you do?â
He is silent for a moment, taking his time to study you before answering as though the question is the simplest one he has ever been asked. âI have brought my queen back to me. As I have always sworn to do if we were ever separated.â
â...How long have we been separated?â
âIt does not matter.â
âHow long was I away from you, Ryo? How long did I leave you for?â
âIt does not matter,â he reiterates gently yet ever so firmly. âDo not think of it.â
âPlease-â you frown, eyes shining over again. âI hadnât- I didnât mean to leave you. I donât know how I even let it happen⊠I canât imagine what that must have gone throughâŠâ
Ryomen catches the guilt in your gorgeous eyes and he is quick to gather you up in his arms. He pulls you up slowly, keeping your eyes locked as you allow him to lift you from the ground with his arms wound tightly over your waist. Your hands go to Sukunaâs shoulders as he kneels over you, keeping you steady and upright, face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye.Â
âI refuse to allow the first thing you do in reincarnated life to be reminding me of what life was like without you,,â he says. âI do not wish to revisit it. It does not matter,â he repeats for a third time.Â
You tilt your head with the tug of your lips downward sadly, threading your hands through his pink locks and holding onto the nape of his neck. The moonlight milks over you regally, as though the stars have aligned for this very moment, to illuminate you both in the universeâs joyous eye. You swallow hard. âAm I a curse?â
âYou are my wife. I will not tolerate you labeling yourself as anything different..â
You inhale deeply, bringing your forehead back to him and closing your eyes. His arms pull you in tight, rhythmic breaths easing you into this reality complacent, affectionately, lovingly.Â
âIâm sorry I left you, my love,â you murmur.
Now that heâs heard you apologize, seen your remorse sparked by something out of your control, he doesnât fare well with it.Â
You are not a plague to him, a burden, and telling him that you are sorry in his mind now insinuates such. Even after leaving him, after stealing away his warmth, after haunting his slumber and his consciousness for eons, he does not fault you. He would never fault the woman he chose to keep by his side in wellness and in death.Â
He does not accept your apology. You have done nothing but love him, yet Sukuna is the one who should have protected you.Â
He runs a hand over the back of your head, down your hair, and exudes his message of impenetrable love to you through his embrace and sweltering red eyes. âAll I ask of you is that you stay. In this era and the next. Stay by my side as you are meant to be.â
You nod eagerly against him. âI will,â you whisper. âI will, I promise.â
Sukuna reaches down at his side for the ring he had set down. With one hand to your back, he pulls your wedding band forward and presents it to your twinkling eye. You gasp.Â
âYou still have it,â you sigh.
âIn what world would I not?âÂ
You bring your hand down, spreading your fingers, and you watch as the kind of curses slips the rusted treasure over your finger, fitting it perfectly into place with the renewal of your marriage and the reunion of your hearts.
You admire the way it looks upon your hand happily, and Sukuna drags you back into his lips, pecking you tenderly before moving back in with his hands firm to you. You shift further up so that his arms can completely take you in, heads bumping as your lips swim together in commemoration of a rebirth into a new life.
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êŻłâꀫââż contents: soft dom! true form! Sukuna x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - anal fingering - oral (f! receiving) - double penetration; anal & vaginal (2 dick! kuna) - missionary position - unprotected sex - pet names ([little] dove, human, pet) - soft sloppy kisses/make-out session.
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âStay still, pet.â
"Yes, Sukuna..."
Let's be real: Sukuna going gentle on you is borderline imaginary â a fantasy that contrasts with the brutality and selfish-centeredness of the King of Curses. However, itâs a sensational moment on the rare nights he is.
The King has you propped below him, back to his futon, and his front facing his. Your lips quiver as you scan across the view, his broad torso engulfing you easily as his lower arms slide you lower. His bare cocks tower over your vulva, the twitch of your insides embarrassing to your notice.
His fingers in your ass have you gripping the sheets beneath, the thick digits stretching you in ways you could never. Fingertips scrape the texture of your insides, whimpers wishing to leave your chewed lips. A tongue on his palm flattens across your cunt, nestling between your inner labia to have every surface wet. Itâs been a few minutes of this foreplay, having you accustomed to the thicker limbs heâd bury inside you shortly.
Sukuna then removes his fingers slowly before kissing the tip of the upper cock to your folds and the other to your anus. He catches the minuscule quirk of your thighs. âDonât move, dove, or this will hurt.â Your eyes glimpse at him and nod â a hesitant gesture yet obedient nonetheless. Heâs pleased; a curl to the corner lifts his lips. âGood, now take some breaths for meâŠâ
Crimson orbs observe your stomach, watching the rise and fall of your tummy, assessing the right time. Then, he pushes both cockheads to the entrances simultaneously, another jerk of your body, but you keep breathing. The giant man grasps his dicks while pressing them, groaning at the sensation of your warmth greeting him. âFuckâŠâ he curses while you gasp, moving them deeper into you. Your hands find his marked pectorals to hold, your legs held up by his thighs almost wrapped together.
âHooooh, God, Sukuna,â you mewl at the brush of your G-spot and the wholeness of both your holes. âSo bigâŠand, f-fullâŠAhhh!!â The poke of your cervix shuts your eyes immediately, turning your head away instinctively.
However, âHmph, who told you to look away?â Sukunaâs lower left hand grabs your chin and have you look his way again. âKeep your eyes on me, human, understand?â Albeit the atmosphere is anything but hostile, his intense gaze halts your breath, and your cheeks heat up. You nod curtly, and the pink-haired man moves his hips again.Â
Sukuna thrusts into you sluggishly; each pull of his cocks leaves you experiencing the stretch of his girths with every second, and the push of him stirs your insides just as rapturously as the last. Your lips fall to an âoâ shape, and your moans more uncomplicated to fly out with your panted breath. The flex of his abdomen is marvelous to watch, the pleasure intensifying even when the mouth of his stomach licks your belly gently.
Your eyes continue to scan, taking in every detail of the dark tattoos on his skin and the quick tension of his upper arm muscles. How the sunset light is shielded from the shoji frames highlights his massive body, almost as if he came out of a painting. And then â dear God â his four deep scarlet eyes fixed on you, misty with wanton, and his sole human-like eye hooded gorgeously. Again, you turn away, the image too much to handle! And, of course, the behemoth laughs hoarsely with his stomach mouth.
âWhat did I just say?â He warns you, a smirk stuck on his face as he thrusts again harshly. âToo stubborn to follow a simple order.â
âI-Iâm sorry,â you whine from another jab to your womb, and your anus contracts around his second girth. âYou justâŠlook tooâAhhaa!!â
He lowers down â the bands of his upper arms come to hold your head. âToo what?â A few more thrusts have your legs around his waist, and the man holding back a laugh that rumbles his stomach like a purr.
âOhhnn, âKunaa!!â
âAnswer me, pet.â He forces you to look at him again. âWhy arenât you looking at me?â
You gulp thickly, the heat on your face worsening under his patronizing temperament. âBecauseâŠyou look so good when you use meâshitâl-like thisâŠâ
He chortles again, and you wish to hide your ears from the sound. âWhat a stupid reason for disobeying me,â your breath hitches when he kisses your forehead and nose. âBut I guess that explains why youâre squeezing me so hardâŠHm? You get all shy when looking at how good I fuck you?â
Sukunaâs pace of the hips goes faster, and your hands frantically find his shoulders to purchase. Broken sobs fill the intimate space between you, his heavy balls smacking onto your taint as he drills his dicks so far into you that you canât keep up. âOhhhfuuck, oh fuck, fuck!!â You cry, Sukuna adding more weight by placing his substantial forehead onto yours. âNmmm, âKuna, Iâm gonna cumâlet me cum on you pleaseeeâŠ!â
The giant sighs heavily, groaning at your frequently puckered holes. âYou wish to cum on me?â You nod frantically, and he purrs as he brushes his lips onto yours. âFine, you may.â Before that, he claims your lips with his, and you mewl underneath him as he forces himself to kiss you patiently â in exchange for having you let loose on him.
You sink deeper into the kiss, swirling your tongue with his, exploring his canines, and meshing together with his tongue before he sucks on yours. Compared to the erratic cadence of his hips, the flex of his abs growing feverish, the kiss is comforting, smothering you to the point youâd be breathless, yet you donât wish to hide the whimpers heâs causing you to make. It makes you wetter and tighter, and you soon fall into your orgasm.
The peak leaves you as a wailing mess, Sukuna drinking your screams and saliva even when your body is trembling uncontrollably. Eyes sewn shut but hiding the roll of your pupils; your brain undoubtedly turned to mush as it hurts to think outside of kissing the man above you and your vagina and asshole fluttering on the two massive lengths buried deep inside you. The tip of his cock grazes your delicate womb once more, his pelvis grinding down for deeper spots to rub on.
âLittle dove,â Sukuna lifts his mouth from yours, licking your spit on his lips before you pepper his hot cheek with pecks of your own. âWhat should you be saying?â
âMmmmâŠthank you, Sukuna,â you whisper between smooches. âYou always treat meâŠHahhh, so wellâŠâ
He scoffs faintly to your ear. âAnd donât you forget that.â
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19-20 for the ask game ^_^
Veggie you hate the most
Broccoli top 3 texture that make moth want to commit grave acts of violence, up there wiflth most forms of potatoes and celery
Favorite Disney princess
Imma go with mulan tho my disney movie of choice will always be the lion king
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donât mess with the devil ii
Part I final
Chapter ii: Home is with you
[warning: mentions of sex]
Lucifer Morningstar x human!Reader
Y/n
Y/n?
Sweetie?
The smell of chemicals wafted through your nose, and the occasional beeps that sounded like a heartbeat monitor? You groaned, and your vision still blurry. âL-Lu?..â Your voice hoarse, but the voice didnât respond.
âItâs me mom.â The voice said, causing you to sit up quickly in response. âWhoa, slow down.â Your mother, said placing a hand on your back. âI-Iâm back..â You whispered, and your mother looked at you worriedly. She gently rubbed your hand, âYes youâre. Thank Heavens.â She said, planting a kiss on the side of your head.
You sat there and said nothing, staring blankly at the blanket. Processing everything, you were no longer in Hell. No longer with Lucifer. You were back home on Earth with your mother. Like you always wanted right? Then why did you feel so cold? So empty?
You felt as if a piece of you was missing. Like you were missing your other half. Your Lucifer. You missed his warmth, his smile, and his goofy personality at times. He always found a way to make you smile whenever you were feeling down, and you would return that sentiment.
You didnât tell him you loved him yet, heâs told you. But he respected that you might not be ready to saw it yet. He understood completely, once you explained it to him. Having told him about your bad relationships in the past. Now, that all seemed to end right now. You were never going to see him again.
âY/n, oh sweetie you look pale.â Your mother said, snapping you out of your thoughts. As she placed her hand on your forehead. âIâll be right back.â She said, and you assumed she left to get the doctor. You frowned, as you laid back down in the hospital bed. The hospital gown fabric scratchy, and the sound of the heart monitor made you sick.
You laid on your side, back towards the door. Your stomach grumbled, but you didnât feel like eating anything. Laying in the single bed made you, the king sized bed you shared with the king of hell.
The satin sheets and the comfortable bed. Mainly you missed, laying in bed with him cuddling or just laying there to relax. Or of course doing the ol devils tango. You missed the smell of the caramel apple candle that filled the bedroom. The smell of freshly baked apple by on Saturday mornings.
Tears trickled down your cheeks, as you hid your head into your pillow. As much as you were happy to be back home, seeing your mom again. Somehow, what was once home no longer felt like it.
You opened your closed hand to reveal, a golden ring with wing like textures engraved into it. Tears welled up in your eyes, as you were filled with so much regret.
âI shouldâve told him..â you sniffled, as you closed your hand again. Hiding your face into your pillow once again. âHow much I love him.â You whimpered, as you sobbed.
back in hell
Weeks later
Lucifer sighed, as he leaned forward onto his desk. His eyes wandered towards the framed picture on his desk, of you and him at Lu Lu World. âThis is way better than Disney!â He remembered you said, after which you showed him pictures. He knew of another park called âHellsneyâ.
You had faded away from his hands, and a part of him knew you were going back to the living world. He felt it when part of his magic he shared with you, returned to him. He didnât even get to say goodbye, tell you how much he loved you before you faded away in his arms.
At least, he knew you were much sadder up there than here. He couldnât bear the site of your beaten and battered body. Adam was lucky that Charlie was there to keep him, from killing him.
Lucifer stared down at Adam, as he held Charlie in his arms. His voice distorted and demonic. âYou come at me my daughter and my partner!â said Lucifer, as his daughter stepped down onto the ground.
He lunged towards Adam, and stood over him. Eyes red glowing filled with rage, âDonât forget your in my house now bitch!â He laughed, demonically as he threw punch after punch. With the intent to kill. You donât mess with the devil or his family.
Heâs going to miss that smile of yours, that infectious laughter. Your voice, and your delicious cooking that rivaled his. He never thought heâd find love again after, Lilith left. Yet, here you come in six years later. A human no doubt ending up in hell so suddenly, and he fell in love with you.
Now, you left too. Not by choice but you were gone as well. He was still recovering from Lilith leaving him while the two of you, were still in a relationship. You told him that you understood, being together for as long as they did you understood.
You being there with him helped seemed to heal that wound. Then fixing his relationship with his daughter helped too. But now that wound in his heart, seemed to open back up. Hells, he loved you god so fucking much. You were special there was something about you, maybe the two of you were soulmates.
A silly thing to think but it could be possible?
He reached towards the photo, and stared at it longingly. You had a goofy smile on your face.
He remembered that day, after that photo was taken. A hellbird flew down, and stole his caramel apple. You gave yours to him, and the two of you shared it.
God he was going to miss you..
âCome on.â A distorted voice said, he turned around in his chair. âWhoâs there?!â He called out, but saw nothing. Was it all in his head. He couldâve sworn that voice sounded familiar.
âLu!â A voice called out, a faint yellow glow as if a portal trying to manifest itself appeared behind him. He didnât notice a hand reaching out to touch him, through the tiny hole.
He thought it mustâve been that Alastor, pulling some sick twisted prank on him. But he couldâve sworn, he felt a little bit of his magic leave him.. That could only mean..
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dungeon meshi gave me an excuse to write clone porn
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2.6 k words / warnings - readers have boobs and vagina, oral (laios + reader receiving), thigh fucking, porn without plot like none at all, not proofread + written while sleep deprived
summary - on your honeymoon, you and laios have a special kind of shapeshifter encounter
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âWho keeps two towels in the whole house?â you grumble, pulling on the shoes youâd kicked off just minutes ago.
âLike I said, they probably keep some in the shed,â Laios is directly behind you, shoes on and wired to step outside, âVacation houses out here are rare, but their sheds are more useful for storage than farming tools.â
âStill, did they not think to prepare a little more?â your frustration is not so easily tempered, âThey knew a king was coming, didnât they?â
âIâm sure they did,â Laios opens the front door for you, ushering you outside, âMarcille seemed pretty sure she set this up nicely for us. Itâs just a short walk around the back, I could go by myself if you want to finish showering?â
His suggestion makes you sigh, you shake your head, huddling closer to him as chilled wind scathes your damp skin, âIâm just annoyed, itâs nothing for me to be so hostile about⊠Sorry for losing my mind.â
âI donât mind,â he smooches the crown of your head and ventures around the house. You chase after, having to keep a hand dragging along the wall to avoid tripping.
âLaios!â you wail, unable to make him out with gray clogging your whole vision, âLaios!â
âYeah?â you slam into his chest, letting out a muted âoomf!â at the impact.
âItâs so foggy out here,â you grumble.
âIt is, guess I forgot how terrible it could be.â
âDunno how you could forget anything like this.â
Laios groans in irritation at the weather, blindly reaching out until heâs got a hand on your shoulder. Once heâs certain of your position, he reaches out again, âHere, take my hand, I donât want you to get separated from me.â
You take the hand extended and let Laios tug you towards the shed. By the time youâre inside and the hanging overhead lantern is lit, a sudden discovery is made.
There are two extra bodies among you. You hold one Laios, and the Laios across from you holds the hand of your copy.
A gasp echoes through the room, distinctly Laios-like in passion.
Seems a monster has crossed your paths.
One Laios is taller, a mere two inches, and you think if you really stare that same Laiosâ chest is slightly bigger too. Heâs also smiling, beaming really, right off the bat while the second Laiosâ excitement is more contained to shaking hands and meek giggles. To be fair to both, they thought theyâd never see a monster again so you let the strange giddy slide.
However, your duplicate is scary in how precisely Laios remembers you. Your hair is a bit bouncier and lips more glossy than current, but sheâs undeniably accurate. Its legs, the swell of its breasts, the mold of its waist -- almost as though youâre gazing through a mirror.
âThis would probably be easier if it wasnât just us,â you think aloud, looking at the two Laioses only to see them poking and prodding at one another.
âThey donât seem too keen on figuring out which is which,â your copy mumbles, earning a glare from you.
âItâs a shapeshifter!â the slightly shorter Laios (who youâre now electing to dub Laios A) shouts, âI havenât seen one of these in forever! I thought I never would again!â
The other one, Laios B, nods and yanks Laios Aâs hair experimentally, then groping his bicep, âIt really feels just like I do! Soft, but firm skin and the hair textureâs exactly right!â
As if thinking in sync, the pair slowly turn towards the yous. Four hands turn unto you both to squeeze and roll down the planes of your body. Or, bodies, considering theyâre petting down your copy as well.
âPractically identical!â Laios A squeals, kissing your cheek then your copyâs, âEven the plumpness of their cheeks feel the same!â
âGlad youâre having fun,â your dupe cuts in, âbut shouldnât we try getting rid of the fakes before they get rid of us?â
Oh, that little wench.
âLet Laios have fun,â you smack its arm, âYou should know this is rare for him now.â
âThat attitudeâs terrible! He could die if we keep messing around!â it glares at you with an accusatory finger-wag, âI bet you want us to waste time, you fake!â
âYouâre the fake, you fake!â
Laios A has to restrain you with both arms around your waist -- while Laios B does the same for your shifter -- to prevent you from knocking a fist into its stupid, fake face.
âThereâs gotta be a way to figure out which ones the real one without breaking into fights,â Laios B fusses, hugging the shifter tighter to soothe her. Which, in turn, only agitates you more because what if that Laios is the real one, and heâs in horrible danger holding that monster?!
âWe canât just cut ourselves open,â Laios Aâs chest reverberates at your back, then his hand skims down the front of your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath your waistband, âBut maybe we could tell each otherâs behaviors apart some other wayâŠâ
âOh, so itâs like that?â you tilt your head back to stare up at Laios A.
He nods, terminally serious despite the pinkish hue trailing from his cheeks to his neck, âItâs like that,â he then darts his eyes between you and your copy, âCan we?â
The real question seems to be: can you two get along for now?
Are you so devoted to Laios that youâre willing to play nice with something so grating?
You sigh and reach up to cup Laios Aâs cheek, âYeah, we can.â
Both Laioses rush to undo the tie of their trousers, only to be stopped by you and your copy -- the two of you falling onto your knees, creeping hands under Laiosâ shirt and beneath his pants.
Yanking the soft material down to unveil thick thighs, Laios A above you gasps quietly at the cool air brushing his exposed skin. Your lips climb the meat of his leg, noting that Laios Bâs thighs are looking a little rounder. Not that it matters, youâll gladly bite and suck both.
Fingers dancing along the apple of your cheek redirect your attention, Laios Aâs face tinged crimson. You smooch the bone of his hip, nails scaling along the back of his thighs to pull him closer. Beside your face, his cock hardens, color deepening towards his mushroom tip; he keens for more attention, unintentionally smearing leaky precum over your face as his erection twitches. You smooth a thumb along his underside before chastly pecking the weepy head.
Laios Bâs hands strip your copyâs shirt, lifting it to paw at its breasts. He kisses down the column of its neck before reaching out for you as well. Rising onto your feet, you run your hands up Laios Bâs back to shirk off his top -- Laios A awkwardly lingering behind your clone. His hands find the waistband of its pants, snaking beneath the lip to plunge into its panties.
You press a kiss to Laios B, he doesnât turn to return the affection, but you recover quickly by pulling down both you and your duplicateâs bottoms. Laios Aâs neck cranes over your copyâs shoulder to snatch your lips for himself. Laios Bâs hands warm and calloused from labor as they careen up your waist to rid you of your shirt as well. He sucks a violet array from your shoulder to jaw, grinding his turgid girth between your thighs -- your wetness welcoming him.
Laios A moans at the sight of himself thrusting along your soaked slit, fingers quickening inside your copy until its own slick is rolling towards the floor. While Laios B releases muted groans and puffs into your ear.
âNeed to be inside you,â Laios A whines, kissing your copyâs lips before striding past all three of you towards the center of the room. Laios B and you tilt to watch him.
Laios A quickly flattens his back against the floor, cobblestone acclimating to his rising body heat, he pulls you down by the waist -- then beckoning your copy via wave. One of his hands cradles your waist while the other smoothes along your copyâs thigh. Silently urging it to kneel over his face, all while his twitching cock bobs toward the apex of your thighs.
âWant to know if hereâs the same, too,â Laios A murmurs into your dupeâs thighs, sharply jerking his hips towards yours.
Suddenly, large hands are burrowing into the thicket of your hair, swerving your eyes to Laios B. Your tongue lulls in time with your copy, lips brushing hers around the base of Laios Bâs flushed head. Needily, he mushes your faces together, thrusting between the wet cavern of your mouths. Hands just as soft as yours slither beneath you to work Laios A inside you. Laios A snaps his knees up, feet on the floor, to aid your copyâs effort. His hips buck up, punching air from your chest as he pops into your hole.
A louder mewl slithers past your copyâs lips, Laios Aâs tongue lathering its slit before pausing at its clit, bathing the bud in extra attention. His thumbs splay it open just for easier access to tongue-fuck. Meanwhile, your sleepy bouncing rhythm is interrupted by abrupt, sharp humping throwing you off balance. The only reason you donât fall over is Laios B stubbornly holds your head still, fucking the sodden gap between yours and your cloneâs faces; otherwise leaving you to your own devices. You manage to catch yourself on Laios Aâs chest, firm muscles flexing beneath your palms with his throaty hums and whimpers of pleasure.
Your tongue clashes with your cloneâs -- soft and wet and warm.
Pulling both your heads back, Laios B rearranges you so your clone is left squealing around his balls while he slaps the meaty weight of his cock on your tongue. Sliding toward the back of your throat, his face flushes as he hungrily coaxes your head further down. Until your molten cheeks meet the protrusions of his pelvic bones.
A hand bigger than yours (though smaller than the one in your hair) rests on your flexing tummy, pressing against the bulging evidence of which Laios is inside you. Laios A groans at the feeling, and you quickly fumble your hand over his, pressing harder with a delighted gasp that ends in a gag and choke. Their sizes are indecipherable, and if the mood were different you could almost be ashamed by how perverted it makes you seem.
Laios B throws his head back as your throat spasms around his tip, lip cinched between his teeth and brows furrowed. He forces your head side-to-side, reveling in the bend of your muscles shifting to accommodate his dick. Laios A, however, stretches his hand (a little uncomfortably) so his thumb can swish messily against your clit. Your volume grows, quickly overpowering both Laios B and your own duplicate. Spurring Laios A to hasten, jostling you with his powerful drilling paired with stimulating your clit.
The other hand of Laios A has found one of your cloneâs tits, squeezing and padding the nipple with his thumb. Sheâs grinding down against his nose, hips jumping and muffled mewls just barely scratching past its lips into the sensitive sack of Laios Bâs balls. Spit gurgling down its chin, drying against its breasts and Laios Aâs hand.
Drool steadily pools at the pucker of your own lips, pushed out everytime B shoves in -- saliva splatters his hips, dripping down his thighs and soaking his base as well as your entire lower face. The quicker he fucks your face, the sloppier and wetter it gets. Which is certainly in character for Laios.
But so is the way the one on his back is staving off his burgeoning orgasm to make sure (both of) you finish first. Something he always tries.
Laios Aâs hips snap up firmly, crooking up into you midair, deep as possible to ensure all his cum is milked by your cunt. He moans into your cloneâs cunt, now content to let his tongue hang out as it fucks his face -- his hand still squishing its tit.
Yet something he always fails.
Laios usually cums before you, but heâs also got the stamina to soldier on until you drop.
Determined, Laios swirls your clit, fevered thrusts slowing to meet your bouncing on his cock. Another slush of saliva oozes past your lips, lubing the shapeshifter as you cry around its erection. Laios fucks you through your orgasm, evidently loving how cum spews from your weeping cunt -- leaking down his cock, over his nuts, and spilling onto the cobblestone below.
Faux Laios spits cum down your throat with a few final aggressive jerks. Your clone is the last, and the quietest, shy huffs scarcely audible between skin on skin and both you and Laiosâ noisy crooning.
The shapeshifters tumble off, thoroughly exhausted, and you fare no better collapsing into Laiosâ chest. He leisurely jabs the last of your energy from you before pulling out altogether. Sweetly pecking your forehead, Laios murmurs something you donât quite catch before he rises -- still naked -- to drive off the imposters.
Snagging both by the back of their necks, Laios herds the pair towards the back wall, then scooping you up to carry towards the main house. Once your doppelgangers are locked outside, Laios can focus on getting you in bed.
You pinch the juncture of his neck, yawning into his chest, âClothesâŠâ
âI know, I know,â he slumps against the door upon getting inside, laying his head over yours -- eyes fluttering with drowsiness as soon as he crosses into the master bed, âIâll go back when the shapeshifterâs dealt with. You brought more clothes, right?â
You nod clumsily. Then peek at him through heavy lashes, âHow do you know Iâm the right one anyway?â
(you trust him to know which you was which, you just want him to bask in this)
Laios grins, visibly excited to share as he slips you beneath the sheets, âYouâre always loud when we have sex, so I knew the version of you trying to be quiet couldnât be it. And it was too shy about sitting on my face -- weâve been together a while so you should be used to it by now,â his expression grows somehow brighter before disappearing from your sight, voice lively from the bathroom, âCould you tell which me was me?â
âMhm,â you wait for him to return with a damp washcloth before mumbling your own reasoning, âThe other one was too rough, kept shovinâ my head. And he never kissed me,â you fling a hand out, and Laios moves his head so your palm lands on his cheek, âWhich was very unlike you.â
âYouâre so smart,â he muses, shifting to kiss your palm before lacing his free hand with yours and retucking it in bed so he can properly clean the mixed cum between your thighs. Then, suddenly, heâs frowning.
âAw, whatâs wrong?â
âThis might actually be my last time seeing a monster, unless it's a corpse Izutsumi brings meâŠâ
âPoor baby,â youâll never understand his fascination -- monsters are deadly and terrible and most are ugly as sin, but youâre useless to denying Laios anything so you always indulge him, âYou could sing me the mermaidsâ song, would that help you feel better?â
Laios sits up straighter, finishing cleaning you off, âCan I sing to the end? I never get to finish it.â
âOf course, you can.â
Quiet, hysterical giggles leave Laiosâ mouth as he slides into bed beside you, hugging you into his chest before clearing his throat to begin singing.
(you have to keep pinching yourself awake to actually let Laios finish the song before falling asleep, but his grateful little kisses on your hairline are enough thanks)
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*evil grin of The Ponderingsâą*
You know who DEFINITELY would have Unfinished Business?
Heroes. Professional "If I could just MOVE, just fight a BIT LONGER, save ONE MORE PERSON" Heroes. It's the ultimate and unending Unfinished Business. To protect people. Not just their friends, their co-workers, but the innocent people around them.
That kid, stuck crying in the rubble.
That business man, screaming in pain, caught in the cross fire.
The People NEED them. They SWORE. Their very SOULS burn with the NEED to help. But... the flesh gave out. Injuries. Age. Quirk overuse. They knew... they KNEW, this was not a safe line of work... but... but! Please! Just one more person! Why can't they just make their breaking, dying, bodies MOVE!
Of course they refuse to move on.
They are needed HERE.
Yet? Their hands pass through. Their voices do not reach. A hell of their own, unknown, making. They can't let go, but they can't HELP either. There isn't enough Ectoplasm here. The walls of their reality overly patched up, since that unfortunate leak a few centuries back.
After all, the Zone had dumped near lethal quantities of unfiltered Ecto into the atmosphere. They're STILL dealing with the mutations and fall out, aren't they? At least, they are according to the Zone. (Wtf is a "Quirk"?) And, yeah, someone should PROBABLY do an assessment on the ecological recovery of the Reality. But like?
Do you have any idea how few people have an Obsession for stuff like that? Wait your turn! The list is long and you're not fuckin special, okay? The agents are BUSY.
Now, you might wonder? Wait. If they aren't moving on. Are DEFINITELY Ghosts. Starving as they are. Refusing to die as they may be. Wouldn't... Wouldn't that leave the whole ass area around their Reality an ecological dead zone? If it got over patched and no Ghosts LEFT, thus noticed, and started to try and work on it from the outside? Assuming the COULD?
Yeah. Yeah it would be!
It's called the "New Wastes"!
There used to be some cool Lairs around there. But there was a turf dispute. Someone DID something. Punched a HOLE. And everyone re-died. It was fixed but never quite re-healed. Portals... don't show up there? For some reason? Meh. Wanna brawl?
No. Danny's curious. He wants ANSWERS.
It's his fatal flaw.
Well... that and his inability to keep his mouth shut. But he likes to think he's funny. So... off he goes! And MAN! Does it feel funky out there! Weird textures. Mmmm, Don't Like THAT âą. It's probably a King thing? The Zone here... FEELS wrong.
Not... the way it's SUPPOSED to be shaped, if that makes sense?
And? It feels... if you sorta squint? Like... a LOT of people AREN'T where they should be. But aren't gonna leave until they're READY. Ooof. Great. Someone messed up again. Why does he KEEP FINDING bits and pockets that need straightening out? Unruffling? It's like he has to keep smooth out this giant peice of fabric with all these stains on it. Clean the messes on it.
He feels more like a maid then a King.
Maybe he is?
Pretty sure he's more of a nanny, since the Zone is more of a whiny yet excitable toddler then anything else. Alright, let him in. And fix... whatever THAT is.
So he steps into the Reality and? Huh. Japan. Neat. He always meant to go, never got around to it. Why is that man an otter?
.......oooohohooo, this place was HELLA fucked up by Ectoplasm, wasn't it? This is multi generational exposure. It's in the air. The water, ground, buildings. But stale to the point of stagnation. That can't be healthy. At least a few people he sees have developed ecto-resistance, thank the Ancients.
Danny discovers there are? "Superheroes"? Or just... heroes, apparently. They sell shampoo lines and athletic gear. Villians are petty criminals and psychopaths. All lumped together. He gets fuckin CHASED by the COPS and half the cities spandex patrol, called a "villian" (you know, like the purse snatchers and the DUDE WHO TRIED TO OPEN FIRE ON A CROWD) for flying around trying to assess the situation. Not speaking Japanese fast enough.
Soooorry! He TRIED to answer your confusing barked demands! This isn't his native language! He's translating through Ghost Speech! He knows it sounds unsettling to the living! It's the best he's GOT, man! (Asshole)
He escapes, obviously, because he's not 14 anymore. And honestly? He could top 200mph or so AT 14. He's only gotten faster. Intangible flight means no wind drag, motherfuckers~! OR need to dodge buildings! HA. Try to follow him through THE GROUND!
A few Blob sucked (to remove the ectoplasm) bits of treasure later? And he leaves a pawn shop with local currency. Thank YOU shady pawn shop! Ask him no questions, he'll tell you not lies. Enjoy Pariah's gold.
He does tourist things. Buy foods he's never tried, wanders around. Sees what's needed. Noticed a lot of people struggle with some aspect of the ecto-mutations brought on by the extreme Limnality. Need accessibility aids.
.....well, he IS a Fenton. His parents would disown him on the SPOT if he left with out at least TRYING to help. So he tracks down one the local ghosts. He'll need a guide or two.
He? VASTLY underestimates how desperate a sea of Obsession Starved Hero and Vigilante Ghosts will act, the INSTANT, they realize not only someone can see them... but it's? Their "Boss"? They aren't sure HOW they know that. But they DO. It's THE Boss. Here to help them! Asking for HELP âą from THEM!
Yes
YES THEY CAN DO THAT
He gets swarmed. Hundreds of ghosts fighting over each other. Shouting. Turning on each other like rabid animals. All worn down and ragged by their Obssesion starvation. He's forced to shout over them.
And? Holy shit, these are only the ones from THIS CITY, too.
Thank Zone, again, he's no longer 14. That he has friends who are Rulers âą that taught him HOW to Rule. To delegate. Pretend he TOTALLY knows what he's doing. That every action is on purpose.
It takes less then two hours, with all the experienced Unground Heros help, to make himself a Real Boy and buy a building. Put himself into the correct databases. He officially has licenses for things he's never studied. Is a tax paying citizen. Even belongs to several local clubs.
Over the next few days? He sets up his new... oi! Quickdraw! What're they called again? Right. "Lifestyle Support Company" which? Is a dumb name. But, Fenton Works is Fenton Works. Somehow he always kinda knew he'd be inherenting. It's in a cruddy part of town and the prices are cheap as he can safely get um.
He already had two customers, even though half the building isn't even fully set up. Which? I mean... he gets it. Poor guy. Knives for hands. Sharp ones too. The other guy's Obsession made him emotionally react to colors and like three different ones were ruining his life. So, hand Prosthetics controllable by knives and color filtering wrap around glasses.
Took him a lunch break or two.
Changed THEIR lives.
Suddenly his shop is packed. Schedule screaming for relief. And the ghosts? Getting more tangible by the day. See, his work shop? Ecto proofed. Let's him relax. But it ALSO let's him radiate fresh, clean, Ecto out into the air. And as King? With a direct line to The Zone? He puts out a lot.
There start to become Sightings.
People who SWEAR they saw long dead Heros out of the corner of their eyes. Dead vigilantes. That was who through that bottle. Who tripped that thug at just the right moment. Who unlocked the door. The SWEAR. They aren't crazy!
And... at first? Brushed off. Stress does a lot of crazy thing to a person, ma'am. But? How do you brush off, making eye contact with your dead best friend? Your old mentor on the other roof? That vigilante, who you WATCHED bleed out? Can you brush them off... when a vigilante from the dawn of quirks, punches some two bit villian on live television? Calls the Heros on the scene gloryhounds? Goverment dogs?
Runs from the cops and vanishes into thin air?
When this shit KEEPS HAPPENING?
Is spreading?
Are... are you supposed to arrest them for illegal vigilantism? How? They're THE proto-Heros! You don't want your name tied to that! The HPSC is furious. The goverment is uneasy. There are like... 6 dudes and a lady, openly stalking some kid in UA. Trying to mentor him. He looks moments away from a nervous breakdown.
Us too, kid. Us too.
All? While Danny? Is just sitting in his lil shop. Tinkering. Not HIS problem. Gotta let the ghosts here get it out of their system. Get their Obsession's full. Then it's all aboard the Zone Train. He's just here to make sure no one does anything "Too Crazy".
What's HIS definition of "too crazy"?
Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy~â
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pussy-eater! (jjk dilfs) pt 3 | sukuna ver.
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content: how i think true form sukuna use his assets to the fullest
a/n: only includes sukuna. this kinda don't match with the series but i just had to guys. When I saw that cover of sukuna with that mouth on his stomach on my fyp again, I folded.
cw: porn with plot heheh, pussy-eating, true form sukuna, two cocks, praising?, overstimulation, sukuna itself is a warning.
pairing: sukuna x fem!reader
the series: pt 1, pt 2
sukuna ryomen
Sukunaâs true form has 4 arms, two mouths and⊠2 cocks :).Â
It was on top of his shrine, you being fucked cause he was bored, typical. Years of being on his side, you could never take his two monster cocks at once. So, how does he handle it?Â
Pushes inside unusually gentle and slow for the king of curses. When he finally push his monster cocks inside your puckered hole and tight little cunt, he leans down and kiss you to soothe you.Â
Then you felt an unexpected lick to your clit, making you gasp at the feeling. You pull away to see, his mouth on his stomach, licking your pussy so messy and wet.Â
The feeling made you relax and even wetter, Sukuna takes this as an opportunity to fuck you into oblivion.Â
âJust like that, baby⊠Relax fâmeâ He pushes one of his cocks into your rim hole, that he already prepped messily with lube and a whole lot of his spit. It was unusually gentle and slow for the King of Curses, but for you, and-your ass and pussy, heâll do anything.Â
âAlmost there darling, good girlâŠâ When he finally push all of his inches in you, he grins down at you, already lining up his second cock into your little cunt. âSo wet and it's all for me right, darling?â His voice deep almost like a growl when he feels the inside of your cunt so soft, clinging unto his cock.Â
You could only whine when he asked, âI-itâs too- ah! too big!â A taunting smile form on his face, âtoo big? awe, you can take it, darling.â He gives the corner of your mouth a little kiss as a form of an unspoken apology before he pushes all of his cock into your trembling pussy. A loud squelch! was heard across the room.
You couldnât even form proper words as you whine and moan incoherent moans, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âYouâre doing so good, babyâ He sounds so mean as he rolls his hip to get you accustomed to his immense girth inside you. âI- I canât- ah! too- too much!âÂ
He suddenly stilts his movements, an idea forming on his mind. A chilling grin forming on his face as he watch you writhing uncomfortably under him.Â
A sudden slurp! echoed through the room. Arching your back in pleasure when you feel a soft, velvety texture gliding smoothly, leaving a trail of warmth. It flicked playfully, teasing your puffy pussy. You were confused when you feel his head dipping down to your neck littering marks here and there.
âK-kuna- ah! h-how are you-?â You gasped in disbelief when you looked down to see his other mouth on his stomach, licking no- eating you out. âwhat? huh- whatâre you-!â You couldnât finish your sentence before his mouth starts sucking on your clit and his thrusts getting faster and deeper, falling into a steady rhythm.Â
âBetter, darling?â His movements were fluid and unrelenting as he continues his abuse to your poor cunt. Incapable of forming words anymore, your jaw falls slack, the pleasure was unbearable. Sukuna chuckles lowly at your form, pride swarms his veins, fueling his every action with unwavering certainty.
Trying to grip anything below you to ground yourself, as you felt your thighs trembling and your mind floating as you felt your high coming. âC-close, darling? ah- youâre so tight clinging unto me- fuck- taste so sweet tooâ Leaning down to your ear and nipping on it teasingly.Â
Your back arch towards him, thighs shaking, âI-Iâm cumming- ah!â A loud squirt! was heard from your wet squelching pussy, clinging embarrassingly unto his cock. âFuck! s-so good darling- Iâm almost there sweetheart.â Sukunaâs voice was desperate almost growling, trembling with want, and his eyes was fixed on your holes, taking him in so sweetly.
âNo- no more!â You couldnât handle all the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs shaking threatening to close, only for Sukuna to grip it harder and spreading it back wide open. Sukunaâs mouth was still persistent in assaulting your poor cunt. âA-almost there, darling.âÂ
His hips suddenly slams! into you with no warning, his movements stilling. You finally felt his cum filling you up inside both holes. âSo good fâme⊠Such a good girlâ Praising you for taking all of him. You were still shaking underneath him, Sukuna coos at you, running his fingers through you hair. His cock still inside you, softening.
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May Queen; or, Nine Hairs from Crusader Kings 3
binned and familied; 1024x1024 textures with RGB normal maps; six natural colors, two grey swatches for elders binned to red; smooth bones where applicable; compressed and tooltipped
Download Everything: SFS | MF Pick & Choose: SFS | MF
I return from "hiatus" bearing clay from an entirely different franchise. These were a massive learning curve, but I think I'm pretty happy with the end result. There will be more CK3 conversions in the future if I don't get distracted again... But, more information below the cut!
Unedited Lineup
Hyacinthe V2 is repo'd to and requires V1, and there are 5 ribbon recolors: red, blue, purple, green and white. The textures for the ribbons are in the mesh file.
One big, I guess very important note is that these hairs use full RGB normal maps (as opposed to black and white bump maps TS2 clothes use).
This means if you have normal maps turned off in your game, the hairs might look noticeably different, because the CK3 hair meshes are kind of a beautiful mess under the hood.
The texture for the normal maps is in the mesh files; TS2 saves them in RAW24Bit so they're slightly chunky, hence repo'ing all of the recolors to one mormal map texture. My game ran fine with them, but I guess just a vague all games run different warning.
I'm like positive I'm forgetting something, so this will probably be updated. It's been a while since I've written one of these...
Credits to Paradox for Crusaders Kings 3 and the original hair meshes!
#ts2 hair#sims 2 historical#sims 2 medieval#sims 2 download#ts2 cc#s2cc#ts2 historical#ts2 medieval#sims 2 cc#sims 2 hair#the sims 2#ts2#dl hair#dl femme hair#dl clay hair
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I've finished Etho's s7 hermitcraft so guess who's back with a slightly updated/slightly consolidated list of things about ethoslab I have noticed! or just enjoy!
(the previous list)
I have no idea when he learned to noteblock. I don't know if he knows. he knows how to noteblock tho. he's really good at it.
on that note, did you know that there is not a single piece of non-noteblock music in etho's s7 after the first episode? there might not even be any in the first episode. every single timelapse or montage is set to noteblock music
(he sang along to parts of his paper planes noteblock cover too. he was going shopping. I was entirely too delighted)
(also, there is some like...sitcom music theme that I don't know what show it's from. it's bothering me that I don't know. what you need to know is that throughout his s7 etho uses said sitcom theme as the transition before Shenanigans With Fellow Hermits clips play. his life is a sitcom. yes it is the noteblock version.)
I think that etho desperately needs minigames for enrichment. if he's not playing one he's working on one. he needs them and he will let them completely consume his life
the etho decked out 1 runs are hilarious, partially because it's funny to see him play it and realize how absolutely insane decked out 2 is, and how much of a madlad tango is. etho is still the same menace with great luck and skills. I had forgotten about the hole to the void in the middle out decked out 1 tho, that was a fun reminder
etho could make a career out of translating classic type games into minecraft. he kind of has, but it's a pattern.
he also keeps coming up with new games that are minecraft only and is good at figuring out how to balance them well.
again, king of minigames. he will in fact analyze them as much as possible. he caught on to the pattern of impulse's whack a mole game in like...2 rounds? maybe 3? he's good at pattern recognition and will put it to good use no matter the minigame
etho, I cannot stress this enough, is a little shit and enjoys being such. free glass is obviously an iconic moment, but I had forgotten about him scamming scar out of diamonds for "information" about the resistance, or about sneak-e-e's business model (you can't tax what you can't find!), or about how he kept being extremely ridiculous with beef in regards to record shop payments...the list goes on
etho is also very competitive. I mentioned this in the last list, but man...he joins like every single competition he can. he wants to win. he's not like, a sore loser, but he likes to win, and he'll get a little upset if he doesn't.
etho and beef have clearly known each other a long time and ngl I miss their interactions a bit. let them bother each other a bit more please. I want to see them trying to kill each other in ridiculous ways again please. or doing minigames together. they're so silly.
kind of similar, but etho loves getting a rise out of people and it is the best thing ever actually. it's fun watching him use dirty tricks to beat bdubs to sleeping for a prize. it's perfect actually.
that being said, I still really like when etho is just on his own working on stuff too. s7 has a lot of moments where etho will go "I'm gonna use this block palette!" and I will think "bro that's ugly" and then he will make an extremely cohesive build that I want to live in out of it. I think a good way to describe it is that for example bdubs is really good at detailed builds with texture and not much color, and a very realistic twist to them. etho is not afraid to use color at all, and embraces how the colors can work together or contrast. it's fascinating to watch and I love it.
he is also a redstone genius. I feel I am starting to understand how some things with redstone work. could I design something myself? absolutely not but I could work from a tutorial and not feel completely lost on why I have to use a dispenser and not a dropper now.
I think s7 etho is really experimenting a lot with style and how he wants to do things. he does a few more elaborate intros, for example, that are very planned out, but he also does a lot of the classic "hello everybody this is etho and welcome back to hermitcraft!" it's fun and it works, but I honestly feel he might be more confident in some ways now in s10, which is nice to see.
(side noteâI think etho has some trouble with tone sometimes, where he really wants to make sure everyone's having a good time, but also he really wants to tease people. this works well with like Beef, who he's known a while, but especially in people he's known less he's quick to catch on if they take what he's saying too seriously, and clarify that he is teasing. it's nice to see tbh, just the clarity even with his audience)
speaking of llamas, I had not realized how recent some really big updates were. bamboo and pandas were new at the start of s7. the nether update came like halfway through?? I was more in the casual build side of mcyt at the time but man...I didn't realize how crazy that is to think about.
just...the way that etho visualizes builds is great. not just like, leaving space for farms, but filling in the spaces with a lot of details that make sense but also work with the space to cover anything it needs to AND to connect with the rest of the base. the sightlines thing is something I see a lot of other builders using but etho really uses them a lot in the Monstrosity in order to keep it from being Too Much as you walk through.
really just...he wants to have fun, and he wants to learn, and he wants to experiment and figure things out. if he can mess with some friends when he does it, that's a great bonus, yknow?
man. what a guy.
#ethoslab#hermitcraft#etho hermitcraft season 7#hm now do I watch his s8 now or rewatch s9.or do I write a fwhip analysis post because I caught up on his hardcore world recently.or do gem#...does this give me full ethogirl status now lmao
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you have no reason to worry.
did you two have a nice chat?
Alicent Hightower
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
CW/TW: None really
Happy holidays y'all!
Envy was a feeling Alicent had been long aquatinted with. Her girlhood had been full of it, especially after the death of her mother and subsequent betrothal to the king after Lady Aemma's tragic passing. She always swallowed it down, forced it away into the depths of her mind where it'd inevitably rear its ugly head again in an unsuspecting moment. But as much as she tried willing it away this time, it lingered, filling her mouth with bitterness as she stared down at the training yard below.Â
Her nails scraped against the rough texture of the stone railing, her gaze wholly fixated on the knight dividing his attention between the sparring lordlings and the keen lady at his side. The Lady Brinna Wylde was young and beautiful, with golden hair cascading down her back and eyes so pale they nearly looked gray. She was of a gentler disposition and exceptional at needlework thus making her one of the more tolerable ladies of the keep. Alicent had little issue with her apart from the fact she was eligible and rather taken with Ser (Y/N), evident by how she lingered around him with a meek smile.Â
There was little reason for her to be opposed to the match, in fact, she should've been encouraging the idea of a wedding to lift the somber mood that so often enveloped the Keep. But Alicent hardly believed herself capable of urging Ser (Y/N) to wed another, to deprive herself of the attention and care he so often bestowed upon her. Guilt crept up in her stomach frequently, especially when she tended to her husband who languished away in his bedchambers with the flesh-rotting disease he'd developed over the past years. She'd never allow herself to stoop low enough to step outside of her marriage, let alone commit the act of treason, but his light flirting and soothing words were enough for her.Â
Until now, she supposed as she curled her fingers inward when Ser (Y/N) took Lady Brinna's hand into his and ghosted his lips over her knuckles. "Ser Criston," Alicent glanced over her shoulder at the knight, his dark eyes immediately darting toward her questioningly. "What have you heard of Lord Tyland and his search to find a wife?"
"The Lannister name may be the only thing granting him any attention, Your Grace. I do not indulge in court gossip but it appears he is not doing.. quite well." A hint of amusement seeped into Ser Criston's voice. While the Lannister twins were dashing young men, Lord Jason proved to be the more confident of the two but he'd already received Johanna Westerling's hand in marriage.
"His kindness would suit Lady Brinna, don't you think?"
Ser Criston's lips pressed together, briefly peering down at the courtyard. "Would she not suit Ser (Y/N), Your Grace?"
"Ser Tyland has been keen on finding a wife for some time, Ser Criston. When Ser (Y/N) makes his desire for a bride known, a match can be arranged." Alicent responded swiftly, sparing him another glance before she peeled herself away from the railing and made her way toward the stairs, carefully clutching her skirts so as to not trip on them. "We have not hosted a wedding in many moons. It may lift spirits to bring House Wylde and House Lannister together."Â
"I'm certain Ironrod and Ser Tyland will be forever grateful, Your Grace."Â
With her head lifted high, she barely looked in the direction of the servants and courtiers who bowed as she stepped past them. It felt as if with each passing day she and her father ruled in King Visery's stead, she garnered more respect from those around her. She doubted those living on Dragonstone felt similarly but none of them had bothered to visit the ill man in recent times, much less contested their joint rule. Rhaenyra would have a hard time ruling without the respect and loyalty of King's Landing residents.Â
"My Queen," Ser (Y/N) smiled upon seeing her, lowering his head and bidding Lady Brinna farewell when she bowed and stepped away.Â
"Did you two have a nice chat?" Alicent questioned, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side.Â
Ser (Y/N)'s smile turned into an amused grin. "Ah, you have no reason to worry, Your Grace. Lady Brinna is beautiful but I've never been keen on blondes."
Alicent fought against the way the corners of her lips threatened to move upward. "That's good, then. In due time, she'll be wed to Tyland Lannister once I arrange their match. They will make a handsome couple, won't they?"
"Indeed, Your Grace. Indeed."
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I love when things just. Happen. In the Life series. And I specifically mean coincidences.
Obviously you have your "Jimmy is always out first" and your "Grian always kills the person he cares for most in a given season." But even just the last episode.
Like you're telling me Scott put on a gold helmet, which looks like a crown with the texture pack, and was caught wearing it by Martynâ Hand of the King in a previous seasonâ immediately after exiting the nether?
Or how the highest kill count for a single trap has been 3 since 3rd Life, set by Grian for an illegal tnt trap, was just met again by Scar with an illegal tnt trap.
Or how the episode Grian (Watcher alligation) goes AFK, he hands the responsibility of giving people time to Martyn (Listener alligation), and the session ends up being the one filled with a ton of illegal kills and chaos? Like Martyn was not meant to be in charge of the game.
Facts like these are so special to me. You understand.
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[ pairing ] husband!heian era!ryomen sukuna x male reader [ genres ] fluffy romance with a villain [ cw ] phsyical contact, kisses (sukuna has a potty mouth in the nsfw version :3) [ author's notes ] i also wrote a nsfw version if anyone wants to see it, its also a bit longer than this cute one [ words ] 583 please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!
sukuna yawned into his hand, sitting up in bed. he reached up with that hand and ruffled his fluffy, jet-black hair, a sigh escaping his lips. he then let out a soft, quiet sound one could accurately call a growl. he looked over at the boy on the other side of the bed, smiling. he reached out and let his fingers roam into your [color/texture] hair, his smile widening into a small grin. he let his fingers tangle into your hair and detangled them in a way that was uncharacteristically soft, caring and gentle for his usual murderous, aggressive, loud personality.
you slowly slid across the line from sleep to wakefulness, a small, sleepy smile inching onto your face in response to the gentle, loving feeling of someone else's fingers playing around in your hair.
"mm... morning, s'kuna..." you mumbled, smiling again. you slowly stretched your arms out in front of you, then just as slowly turned over onto your back and looked up toward the ceiling; when you saw who was to blame for the random show of affection.
instead of looking up at the obsidian ceiling of ryomen sukuna's bedroom, you made direct eye contact with the king of curses himself... the king of curses who just so happened to have your heart wrapped around his finger... and a wedding ring, as well.
sukuna grinned, looking you right back in the eyes as his fingers continued to frolic in your hair.
" cursed morning, darling... " he purrs into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.
a soft blush about the same color of the insides of sukuna's irises (the area around his pupils) dusted your face; a grin crossed your face that matched the one on your husband's face. you reached up and made grabby hands at sukuna; he gladly obliged, letting his weight fall onto his elbow and leaning down to touch the tip of his nose to yours. you wrapped your arms around him and your fingers started to wander up and down his shoulders and the area of his spine that was the back of his neck.
sukuna smiled, cupping the side of your face in one hand and pressing his lips to yours. the kiss gave you some of the same feelings you had felt when you and sukuna had experienced that first kiss... it was soft, loving, passionate... but at the same time it was hot, it conveyed the eternally existing fire of need he felt for you, and it may have been slightly aggressive... and slightly possessive.
pff, "slightly," scratch that- sukuna would burn every civilization in the milky way galaxy to the ground if any living thing ever put a hand on you, whether harm was meant or not.
you smiled against sukuna's lips, pulling him closer and letting him pick you up with all four of his big, strong, war-worn hands, changing your positions so that you were sitting comfortably in his lap.
"mmmm... so pretty..." he purred into your ear. his hands roamed your top-naked body possessively as he softly broke the kiss, putting two hands on both sides of your face and touching his forehead to yours. his other two arms squeezed your thighs, then slid up to grip your waist before two arms wrapped around your lower back, gently but covetously forcing you closer to him so that your chest was pressed against his.
"mine." he growled quietly, his voice dripping with many emotions- love, obsession...
and the lingering desire to kill.
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