#and there is no silence whatsoever 😔

[mcnuggyy]

phew so glad I cut my hair, I’ve been feeling so much better gender wise :o) <3

[scottpilgrim4everr]

My aliexpress order never got sent so I used the refund money on another Scott shirt.

[konigsblog]

könig with a gf who has a horrible gag reflex so she just gives him very sloppy bjs instead 😔🙏

anon, i'm feeling called out... 😮‍💨 (i have a disgustingly bad gag reflex.)

könig likes a blowjob, like most men do. he enjoys the sensation of tight lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him off slowly and looking up into his silver, cold eyes while he guides your head down, rocking his hips in harmony while he pushes your head further down his meaty, veiny cock.

so, when könig attempts to ask for a nice blowjob, you're on edge, almost nervous as you fumble over your words. you're not scared whatsoever, but instead embarrassed to admit the truth. you're worried he'll tell you you're just inexperienced and force your head too far down, causing tears to run down your cheeks and gags to fill the room's silence, but instead, könig tells you he'll try train your throat to take even a little bit more than what you usually can,.

fuck, his relaxing touch is so soft and delicate that it's addictive, so tender with you and caring as he rests his tip on your tongue. you're laid down on the bed with your head hanging off the edge of the mattress, white bedsheets messy and your body bare and revealed to him. könig's wet cock gets increasingly hard just at the sight of your beautiful body, cupping your cheek with one large and slightly rough hand, easing down slowly.

“it’s alright, my dear. take as much as you can, there’s no need to rush, mein engel...” hie encouragement has you eager to take more of him. he gazes down at you through heavy eyelids, lust and delirium filling his eyes. his dick begins twitching at the sensation of you suckling at the head of his dick, and although it's not much, it has könig's breathing laboured and erratic, while his wet cock weeps into your mouth and onto your tongue.

you barely realise he's going deeper, training and teaching you to take him deeper while you're not even realising how far down he is. he chuckles quietly, a hoarse and deep laugh emitting when you pop off of his lengthy shaft, surprised you even went halfway. :(

he lets you slobber and drool and suck on his head, inching deeper before retreating, sucking his dick off slowly while his balls get increasingly tighter and more painful, jerking off whatever you couldn't manage and releasing ropes of thick, hot cum down your throat.

[bell4donn4]

Loser!luke agenda

You guys got me. Loser!luke ahead 😔

TW: Mention of alcohol, smoke, sex or implied sex, use of the word “teenager” to describe overaged characters, Luke and reader are both 18+, not completely canon but whatever

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Loser!luke who never touched a woman his entire life.

the childish ambience of camp never really left much space for normal teenagers activities, such as getting drunk and having sex- but he was almost 19 and had no experience whatsoever.

The best he got was his own fist, which was never put to use much anyways because of how busy he was.

So once you arrived at camp- all promiscuous and much more experienced in real life that he ever will be- he was completely captured by you.

You were new to the life in camp halfblood, and have lived through your teenagerhood without a single thought of playing around with swords all day.

You didnt even like to be there, and often caught breaking the rules; maybe smoking on the creek or getting drunk with the satyrs.

Luke was taken aback by your rebellious spirit, it was news to him, and it got him curious.

Whenever he needed to help you out with stuff, he would stumble on his own feet, or get incredibly red after a look you spared him.

It was ridiculous, really. He himself felt ashamed of how much you affected him, yet, he couldn’t help it.

You, on the other hand, immediately took notice of his body language, and often used it against him.

The life pace at camp was boring, and getting Luke flustered was the most entertaining activity in your opinion.

Such an innocent boy he was, I didn’t take lot to realize he was a virgin, and maybe didn’t even give his first kiss yet.

That was an exaggeration, obviously, but who knew.

You liked the idea of corrupting him. Of showing him what being a teen was actually like.

So you slowly started to make him try different kind of stuffs. Starting from a simple puff of a cigarette, to getting drunk and skinny dipping in the lake.

He could never say no to you anyways. Not when breaking the rules (something he wasn’t used to do at all) felt so good.

The perfect head counsoler- who everybody looked up to as an example- running around after curfew go get a taste of a cheap vodka you got from the Dionysus’s kids.

Obviously, all of this had to lead to more at one point.

Specifically, it led to you lying in your bed, looking at the ceiling in silence. Silence which you broke.

<<have you ever touched a woman, lukie?>> you asked, voice hoarse from the drinking.

His cheeks flushing red.

<<no>> he whispered back.

<<would you like to?>>

<<y-yeah>>

That night, you let him touch your titts, and clothed pussy. Then, it quickly escalated into a drunken handjob- the first (and best) he ever got.

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

A-Muse

I'm a first time writer so go easy on the criticism 👹😔 couldn't keep my scenarios to myself so here we are, RAWRRRR

Trueform!Sukuna x F!Reader

Pt.1 of C-rumble, can be read as a series of standalone depending on what you want.

TW: Slight gore ( I don't really know how much gore is too much gore ) , cannibalism

Preview :

_ A hundred years, maybe more. Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses, has never seen a speciman like you. When people worshipped, screamed and begged for mercy against the sight of his cruelty, his appearance and his strength, all you ever did was gaze at him with no interest whatsoever. The world seemed to have bored you so, stripping you of all emotions and pain thus, successfully helping you gain the attention of the most powerful curse to have ever lived and will ever live._

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Sukuna Ryomen was amused for the first time in a long, long while. The newly ruined village surrounded him in a sea of flames and all was silent mostly because everything that could even make a sound was murdered, brutalized to the point of no recognition, except for you.

He gazed down on you, all four eyes on your figure and a wicked smile on his face as he watched you sit ontop of a pile of human bodies, innards and ripped limbs. An intestine coiled around your feet and blood soaking your clothing, as you looked up at him, disinterested, as if the world couldn't bore you more than now.

He watches you wiggle the intestines off your feet cocking your head further upwards to look at the looming eyes that stared at you. He smiled at the eye contact, baring all his teeth (as if the bloodstains and human bodies surrounding him wasn't enough) as a way to get a reaction out of you but all you did was raise an eyebrow at him, amusing him further so.

"Are you not scared, woman? If you beg prettily enough, I just might end your life swiftly," Sukuna grins, waiting for a reaction, for the facade of yours to fall but it was all in vain because all you did was stare at him like he wasn't there, like his presence wasn't even registered in your mind.

He smiles at your impunity, it had been so long since he last saw someone so undeterred and the one thing he loved the most before killing people was crushing their souls. Sukuna revelled in the pleasure he got from watching their hopes and convictions broken to nothing in front of his eyes, all because of him and he was certain that he could break yours too but this time, Sukuna was gonna bide his time. Afterall, it wasn't an everyday thing to find something so amusing.

"What's your name, woman?", Sukuna asks bending down to squat on his knees as your head lowered to look at him in the eye, now comfortably balanced to your eye level.

"Y/n," you reply, your voice ringing loud and clear in the silence. He smiles at your voice that held no tremble, fear or whatever else the other humans held before him, just never ending boredom and disinterest. Sukuna had met funny individuals that acted brave against the sight of him but he felt their fear and terror resonating against him, and he laughed at their pathetic attempts before finishing them off but from you, oh you, he felt no fear, no terror, no emotions resonating from you and he internally shivered from the delicious pleasure when he pictured you breaking.

"Well then Y/n, do you have anything you want to take with you?," Sukuna asks, while looking around to make sure he finished his job before he meets your gaze again. You stand up and climb down the pile of human remains as you pick up a hairpin from a dismembered head and tie your hair into a bun before sticking it in, you match his gaze again and shake your head. He chuckles at the sight, oh what a funny little thing you were, before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to his house, a large shrine ontop of a mountain.

*_A few months later_*

Sukuna had brought you to his shrine and had given you a couple, from the multitudes of servants that he had, of his servants to serve you and a room to accommodate you before vanishing into thin air. He soon made a habit of coming to visit you twice a week and pushing your buttons, testing to see if you had any more like, before finally vanishing again. The process repeating like clock-work.

On the given day that Sukuna was meant to visit you, a servant named Rita brushed your hair into the setting sun with a little hum as you sat in front of the polished bronze mirror, adorned with the finest silk and jade which you couldn't care less about, you hardly talked if it wasn't initiated by others and did things only when you were told to do so, preferring to spend your time alone in your room painting.

The sudden silence and low murmurs of 'my lord' outside your room gave Rita enough time to stop brushing your hair and instead brush off miniscule dust off herself before clasping her hands together and falling into a deep bow before the room to your door was roughly pushed open.

"My lord," Rita murmured softly, shaking lightly when she felt the curse look at her, the pressure in the room increasing and the previous ambience gone. "Y/n, follow me," Sukuna ordered choosing to ignore everyone else present in the room but you, as he holds out one, out of his four hands to you.

You rise from your seat and meet his gaze before grabbing hold of his offered hand. Following him out of the room and into one of the large dining hall where he seats you right next to him, a little away from his plethora of concubines. His face contorts into an evil smile and he feels the sudden fear emanating from everyone in the room except for the two besides him. One being you and the other his loyal servant, Uraume.

_"As expected", Sukuna thinks to himself, satisfied._

"As a special token to my lovely concubines, I've prepared a feast for all of you, personally hunted by me and specially made by Uraume", Sukuna says with a grin on his face as all four of his eyes squint with the smile. Murmurs of excitement arise from the concubines side of the large table as servants carrying silver dishes puts each one down in front of them.

"You may begin", is all Sukuna says after he watches you receive your own platter. There are sharp gasps of awe and surprise to see the steaming plate of meat in each and every one of their platters, it was hard enough to eat such high quality meat twice in a week and it was more so than impossible to receive it in such large amounts that could feed 32 people in one sitting.

Moans of pleasure and appreciation slowly rises as each of them take a bite of their food, the meat so flavorful and tender, it basically just melted in their mouth. You quietly eat your food besides Sukuna, ignoring his growing smile that signaled his increasing amusement before an unaware high concubine speaks up halfway through the meal," My lord, I thank you for the meal you've hunted for us. It is absolutely divine but may I ask exactly what meat it is, I have never tasted anything quite like so," she asks, politely and reverently.

"I was starting to think you people would never ask," Sukuna remarks sarcastically, a hint of growing bloodlust in his voice.

The murmurs among the concubines quietens down to hear his response as he casually stalls his answer while leaning back into his seat," oh~ I just wanted it to be special for all of you, so what else could possibly taste better than your personal hand-maid, wouldn't you agree, my lovely ladies," Sukuna says with a casual grin.

A confused silence is all but broken by a scream from the end of the table as the concubines soon realizes what he meant. Sukuna had murdered the personal handmaids that they had chosen and fed their dead bodies to him?! Chaos ensues one after the other, as concubines after concubines retches out their dinner on their platters and loud broken cries of anguish fills the hall. Their humanity discarded as soon as they took their first bite of human meat, unknowingly relishing it like high-quality meat.

Sukuna laughs maniacally and stands, dismembering the head of the concubines who had screamed first with a loud pop. Servants and concubines alike rushes towards the doors to escape, screams and wails mixing alongside maniacal laughter. They couldn't make it far enough until the person right next to them is dismembered right in front of them before every single wail, screams and sob is silenced. Silence ensues once again...or maybe not.

A soft clanging of metal resounds in the silence as Sukuna calms down from his high and he turns around, surprised, only to see you continue with your meal. He walks slowly towards you, his previous amusements receding and quickly changing places with a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on as he quietly watches you finish your meal and elegantly wipe your mouth of with a tissue.

"Did you not hear what I said, my lovely Y/n?," Sukuna asks awestruck. " That was your personal handmaid that you ate," he repeats, seemingly out of it. Relishing the growing feeling in his chest as he watches your every action.

You cock your head to the side, eyes gazing around the now bloody hall with a bored look before looking at him and then turning your gaze towards Uraume, who still stood next to the empty chair in the middle.

"My regards to the chef, the food was perfectly delectable. I'd appreciate the same meal next time," you say to Uraume, your voice once again ringing loud and clear in the ensuing silence. Sukuna gets deja-vu but this time amusement is replaced with the feeling of genuine respect and maybe...love?

Uraume quietly nods an approval and dissappears which makes you look up at Sukuna as you reach a hand out as indication for him to escort you back. Sukuna shivers at your gaze but takes your hand in his and kisses the top of it before helping you stand. Walking hand in hand with no regards to the dead bodies beneath you and out the door, Sukuna grins.

He finally found his queen.

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AND THATS A WRAP! My respect for authors suddenly increasing cuz this shit itself took me 3 hours👹

Also I repeat, it's my first time so I'm a little rusty

Masterlist

[dian-mian]

Tw: Suicide

There should be more fics exploring about Optimus being lowkey suicidal ngl

Talking more of how his self sacrificing habits kinda stems from his lowkey suicidal thoughts

Also how despite his status and value as a Prime, he sees himself as "expendable" as any soldier so he's very reckless and always puts others before himself (to an extreme. Like he lacks any self preservation or whatsoever). He values other mechs' lives but himself, go out of the way to help them in anyway but he rarely accepts help or care from others

There's also the "So much responsibilities and expectations from others and I lowkey want to escape from it" cuz yknow ur a Prime, a war commander so you're responsible for all the mechs under your care and stuff and having to suffer for millions of years in a war against the Decepticons, you get tired of seeing your mechs dying and not being able to do anything, having to care for a lot of mechs as well as being locked in a battle with Megatron (old friend, ex, whatev u call it) who wouldn't see reason

Of course, he doesn't admit his suicidal thoughts to anyone because who would be able to understand his position? Who could really comfort him? He's kinda alone in the top. People look up to him as an unwavering, unstoppable force of good and losing that would break his army's morale. Optimus has to be this beacon of hope so others wouldn't give up and push on. He won't bring others down with him in his misery so might as well suffer in silence

Idk I just like to explore this idea and see this more in fanfics 😔 (In art too fff)