Whoops This Thing Is Gonna Be A Couple Thousand More Words Than Predicted

˖⁺.꒷꒦Let Go꒦꒷˖⁺.

Sukuna x Reader,

piss kink blurb

degradation, established relationship, true form Sukuna, fem-reader, MDNI

AN: this is intend to be a crack fic, if you are into this no judgement, but! I do not share your opinion, I wrote this as a challenge :) enjoy!

Stop squirming,” Sukuna said firmly, two large hands grabbing at your hips to stop them from moving.

“I need to use the bathroom, ‘Kuna, I’ll be right back,” your voice was laced with sleep, it must have been sometime after midnight.

“No,” you sighed heavily at his static reply, bladder aching. You had drank too much sake at dinner.

“Pleeease ‘Kuna! The bathroom is just right there,” you pleaded. Though you were used to your husband's ridiculous demands, this one was just plain cruel. He grunted, then loosened his grip on your hips. You wasted no time in hopping out of bed and skittering over to the sliding door, but before you could even reach the handle, you were abruptly hoisted into the air, wrenching a yelp from your throat. As two large arms caged your middle, you readied your legs to kick at the man who held you, irritated with this clingy side of him. But, instead of the insults you intended to hurl at him, only a choked gasp left you.

“What are you doing!?” you tried to wrestle out of his grip, but the arms that held you up were too strong. His remaining hands slithered up your body, palms pressing into your abdomen. Pushing, you realized, on your bladder.

“‘Kuna what the hell!”

“Go.”

“I can’t, you're holding me too tight.”

“No, urinate, I mean.”

“Now?! Sukuna, I am not going to do that.”

He simply snickered, “I thought you wanted to try this.”

He said matter-of-factly, alluding to an earlier conversation. You’d read something about a piss kink in one of your raunchy books and had been oddly curious, but this was not the right time nor the right place to explore it, and you were just straight up embarrassed.

“I-I did but–”

“Then it shouldn't be a problem.”

“But, Uraume will have to clean–”

“Don’t you dare speak another's name right now.”

Oh. You recognized the familiar bulges pressing against your lower back. He was getting hard. This only served to make you more embarrassed and, to your dismay, aroused. The pressure in your lower stomach had built and now that you weren't lying down, you felt the liquid threaten to trickle out. There’d be no way to hide it, wearing nothing underneath your robes, the same as Sukuna. You clenched your muscles, trying to stop the impending golden shower, but it was to no avail. One of the hands on your bladder moved, feeling its way up towards your breasts. Even with some of the outside pressure released, it did nothing to relieve the stress on your bladder. You felt Sukuna’s chest rise and fall with a laugh. He held you up so easily, like you weighed nothing.

“‘Kuna,” your voice sounded lustful even to your own ears, unintentionally adding to the haze in your brain, “please just let me go, I can’t hold it in.”

“Good,” he sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

You whimpered, it was a futile attempt. Slowly, achingly, warm pee trickled out of your cunt, dripping down your thighs in a steady stream and dribbling onto the tatami mats with a drop, drop, drop. Your face burned as your hands squeezed the large arms around you, nails digging into his tattooed flesh. As he kept grinding against you and an involuntary squeak passed your lips.

This was humiliating, but dear lord, did it feel good. So you finally gave up, surrendering to the disgusting act, letting your core loosen and everything spray out.

“Nasty little pet, look at how much you had in there,” his words were mean, but still you ate them up.

“I know you’re embarrassed, but you’re doing so well.”

He brought the hand on your chest back down to press again on your stomach, forcing everything out of you. You didn't try to squirm this time, letting him do as he pleased.

Sukuna’s cocks had grown so hard they were hurting. He lifted you higher, slotting between your legs, your wetness seeping through to his own parted robes, spilling down his now exposed lengths. He used your body like a toy, rubbing your leaking cunt on his boner. He was a gross creature, but this was originally your idea. After a moment, he slowly inched you to the floor so your toes were grazing the wet mats, the pee leaving your thighs uncomfortably sticky. He released one arm to pump one of his cocks, he then parted your own robe allowing himself access to your pussy. He could smell the arousal over the urine, his ego erected higher than his two cocks.

You twisted in his hold to see his face better, tears brimming your eyes and blushing all the way to your ears. You saw the cock in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, and swallowed hard. Why was your husband such a weirdo? And when did you become as foul as him?

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The next morning, while you two ate in comfortable silence in the dining room, a loud and frustrated curse came from the bedroom. Later that morning, you passed the chambers and caught Uraume nailing in new mats, mumbling under his breath. You decided to keep what you saw to yourself, and remain silent when Sukuna complained about the next meal Uraume had poorly prepared.

We put so much effort n thought into these 😭

𝐚𝐛𝐨 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐮 - 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚

summary: in a world where people exhibit physical traits of their animal counterparts and societal status is based on secondary gender…

↳ warnings: no mineta… for obvious reasons (aged up characters)

a/n: @themellowminx and i have spent an ungodly amount of time world building for this

Alphas:

Bakugou - Lion

scent: caramel and cinnamon

Yaoyorozu - Black Puma

scent: oriental tea and orchids

Iida - Cheetah

scent: old books and soap suds

Todoroki - Snow Leopard

scent: white tea and pine trees

Satou - Rhinoceros

scent: flour and frosted desserts

Shinsou - Black Jaguar

scent: coffee beans and lavender

Shouji - Octopus

scent: sea salt and freshly washed laundry

Kirishima - Bernese Mountain Dog

scent: sweat and wet earth

Betas:

Ojiro - Howler Monkey

scent: coconut and bamboo

Sero - Raccoon

scent: fresh herbs and paprika

Midoriya - Stag

scent: unused notebooks and pencil lead

Asui - Frog

scent: rain and pond lilies

Tokoyami - Crow

scent: fog and damp stone

Ashido - Spotted Hyena

scent: bubblegum and watermelon lipgloss

Kaminari - Fox

scent: pineapples and butterscotch

Jiro - Fruit Bat

scent: nail polish and leather

Omegas:

Ururaka - River Otter

scent: freshly baked bread and cherry blossoms

Aoyama - Peacock

scent: chocolate croissants and red wine

Kouda - Capybara

scent: wildflowers and morning dew

Hagakure - Hamster

scent: marshmallows and macadamia cookies

tags:

I wish my autism was the kind that made me understand bird calls or know everything about greek philosophy, but instead it just makes me scared of escaladers

I was not made for capitalism I was made for having tea and cakes and talking about fictional man cock

After the Fire Dies ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ MDNI

———-> fyodor x reader x dazai

You made a mistake, how will you repent?

< After the actual smut, but still suggestive content, not proof read >

“S-seven…” You could hardly feel anymore, sweat clung to your body and your breaths came in panting gasps, all you could think about was how bad you had fucked up, was that really only a few hours ago? When Dazai was holding you so tightly, gripping you in all the right places. But now, your blood dripped from the slim slashes across your thighs and stained the white bedsheets, you struggled against your restraints, straining your arm to push the silky, black, blindfold off your eyes.

“So, malishka,” You could hear the grin in his smooth voice as he teased you with that special pet name, baby, not slut, or whore, but baby. He knew you’d get it wrong. You were almost certain that even if you did guess right, they wouldn't stop. “Who was touching you just now? Who made you cum?” Sucking in as much air as possible, limbs heavy, nose stuffed and tears streaked your poor, flushed face.

“You–Fedya.” A self-satisfied hmm came from one of them, you guess Dazai by the tone. Instantly you regretted your decision. ‘Wait–actually–”

“Too late, you already made a choice.” Dazai was speaking now, his voice lacked the accent that you loved so much, but still carried such a lustful melody. Suddenly the blindfold was slowly peeled off and you squinted your tear-filled eyes to the destroyed bedroom. Frantically looking at your lover, Fyodor, for approval, you were met with both men smirking down at you. So pretty. They were both so beautiful, where Fedya was slim angles and sharp bones, pale skin and striking, sharp eyes, Dazai was stronger, softer, still lean but bigger, not as deathly-pale and a mop of curly brown hair with matching honey eyes. They made a lovely pair, and had ruined you beyond comprehension.

“Ding ding ding!” Dazai sang out, hopping on the bed next to you.

“Good job malishka, how’d you know?” You guessed correctly? Finally! Honestly part of it was dumb luck but…

“You get…when you get tired you get softer, and you also kept licking the blood from my thighs, I figured Dazai would do that too but he’s inclined to be more–well–rough.” You looked down sheepishly. Fyodor pat your head and undid the restraints on your wrists and ankles, now you realized just how exposed you had been. A puddle of liquid, cum and spit and sweat and blood, was layered on every inch of your skin. Both of them started peppering kisses along your flesh, prickled with chills yet still overheated, a kiss to the collarbone by one man, a peck in between your breasts from another, they continued and Fyodor eventually went to fetch a warm cloth.

“What did we learn malishka?” Fyodor asked you later that night, Dazai in deep-sleep on the other side of the bed, still in the aftershock of their tortuous play-time, you trembled slightly against Fyodor's bare chest.

“I’m never going to sleep with another person–”

“No, say it exactly.”

“I-I am never going to cheat on you…” You looked back up at him for guidance.

“With Dazai,” He guided your words.

“Cheat on you with Dazai, or anyone else, ever again. I only want–need–you, Fedya.” He hummed at your confession. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” He replied simply, and you drifted off into sleep, body aching and face tear-stained and salty, still naked, but warm and so, so full

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ thx for reading! :)

Oc x cannon!!!

I wanted to do this trend so bad with my mha oc, I’ve been thinking of posting more stuff for her here

(Her name is Yamiko Maboroshi)

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~Xiao headcannons~

In honor of me getting Xiao on the last day of his banner I decided to write some headcannons I have abt him. This includes Sfw and Nsfw. <3 (this is pretty self indulgent, i tried to stay in character but honestly im so down horrendous)

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Sfw

- He's very touched starved so becoming intimate was a slow process

- figuring out his love language was hard, he isn't very expressive when it comes to his emotional needs but eventually you figured out it was acts of service and quality time

- Xiaos favorite act of service if when you make him almond tofu and take care of him after his battles, specifically patching his wounds and bathing with him

- quality time is also important to Xiao, sitting with him on the roof of Wangshu Inn in silence or looking at flowers on the mountains

- He doesn't get mush free time so when he does, he always spends it with you

- on the rare occasion he comes home before you're asleep, he likes to cuddle next to you while you do anything

- Xiao would never admit this but he loves when you read to him, any stories, for as much distaste he claims to have for new mortal ways, story's fiction and not are always enthralling to him and lighten his heart if only a little

- because of his endless years of torment and suffering, he often has little episodes of depression and rage, when these arise he tries to distance himself from you, in fear of hurting you. but in the end you're the only one who can help and distract him form the pain

- because he's so antisocial and unfamiliar with social customs and norms, he often says things that could offend or hurt someone's feelings, most of the time he doesn't care, but when it comes to you, he apologizes profusely and feels horrible

- you understand though and reassure him

- thats another thing, Xiao needs constant resurement

- at the end of the day Xiao is a kind soul that just needs someone gentle and doting, in exchange he's very protective and loyal, he will always be there if you call his name

Nsfw

- you know that part i said about how Xiao isn't very expressive with emotions, yeah well he is expressive about his desires, almost too blunt

- if he wants something from you he'll just ask, he doesn't understand why mortals are embarrassed to share the intimate parts of there relationship

- this is of course after he gets comfortable

- your first time was really scary though, he was worried he'd hurt you or accidentally do something wrong

- after you both got use to sex though he changes completely in bed

- first thing, he's vocal like I mean like really vocal (like you know how much he grunts and stuff when running and fighting)

- not necessarily loud in his noises, theres just a lot of them

- he likes giving and receiving praise

- degradation too, (have you heard his voice lines?!) he loves being able to degrade you and praise you at the same time

- using words like "my pretty little whore" and "what a good stupid slut"

- if Xiao is in the mood he'll just wrap his hands around you and drag you wherever he wants

- he loves giving oral, he could stay in between your legs for hours, the thought of him making you feel good, pulling at his hair, saying his name god he loves when you say his name

- likes giving hickeys too, not really cuz he wants people to see them, more so he just likes seeing them himself

- Xiao is a switch, he'll be whatever he or you wants in the moment, many times though he will instinctively try to top

- id say for size he's pretty average, maybe slightly above

- he likes the forplay more than the actual thing in most cases

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thats all ive got 4 now,,, thanks for reading! <3