#ok hear me out

[iztea]

eyepatch.......

[nightgoodomens]

His. Face. HIS. FACE. !!!

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[blabla364]

new super form, New Super Form, NEW SUPER FORM?!

[mollinette]

SL!grian design!! yellow life 🟡

he is withering....

[sorchasolas]

Fem Adolin (still thinking of a fem version of his name??) because why not

[morallygreyyn]

hi!! i hope you're having a good day/night <3

if it's not too out there, could i request softdomme!reader restraining illumi and edging him with a vibe to try to get more of a reaction than usual out of him? break this man <3

gn or female reader is fine, up to you!

in search of perfection (sub!illumi x domme!reader)

description: you had seldom heard illumi moan, but those times you had, it was like music to your ears. now, you wanted to know what it was like when he screamed...

authors note: break him i shall, dearest anon, break him i shall <3

warnings: smut, domme/sub dynamic, edging, forced orgasms, mirror sex, smidge ooc illumi towards the end (?) this is definitely a hear me out moment as he would probably never do this but i truly just want to hear this man scream 🤧 is that so wrong?

word count: 1.5k

minors dni

requests are open! please read my rules!

You brought your mouth to Illumi’s just as he reached another climax, his fingers tightening around the restraints that bound him, a quiet grunt escaping his otherwise perfectly quiet demeanour. 

“I love seeing you like this, Illumi.” You whispered to him, nibbling his earlobe. “The sight gives my heart a bit of a rush.”

“Why?” He got the words out through clenched teeth, still feeling the relentless whirr of the vibrator against his prostate.

“I have Illumi Zoldyck under my touch, orgasmming for me over and over, being oh so obedient.” You smiled sweetly, knowing your actions were anything but. “It really is quite beautiful.”

“I don’t see what is beautiful about it.”

“You are beautiful.” He seemed to freeze at your words, mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape. Lovingly brushing some hair out of his face, you kissed him again before stopping the vibrator, knowing that he was on the verge of reaching another climax.

“Y/n.” 

“Yes?”

“Why?”

“For fun.” You grinned, stroking his cheek. It wasn’t time for him to know of your greater plan just yet. “You’ll be a good boy and obey, won’t you?”

Flipping the vibrator back on, you watched with delight when Illumi’s muscles strained and pulled, keeping as still as possible like you wanted. You knew he was more than strong enough to demolish any form of bonds, but that would result in your displeasure, and Illumi oddly loved to please. Illumi was also tough, and would never express what he was feeling, if anything at all. So, being the helpful person that you are, you took it upon yourself to coax whatever reactions out of him that you could. If that meant breaking him then so be it.

Sensing he was close again, you cruelly turned off the vibrator and stood.

“Where are you going?” He asked as you left him on the bed, heading towards the box where you kept your toys.

“Just here.” You replied with a smile, taking your time choosing what you would use to make Illumi moan. It was a rare phenomenon, but it could be done. You had heard the elusive sound a precious few times, and you were determined to hear it again. 

Choosing your apparatus, you turned to him with a wicked glint in your eye, and Illumi knew that he would be here for a while.

It had been a couple of hours before Illumi showed promise. You had broken him down enough for his quiet grunts to turn into moans, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he both sounded and looked. His long black hair spread around him like glossy tar, his toned and lithe body twitched and flexed with each sensation that rippled through him, a light flush dusted his cheeks as he gazed at you, fathomless eyes as heavy and pulling as a black hole. 

“What more do you want?” He breathed, words hitching as your hand traced lightly over his sensitive skin. Despite being highly trained, he was only human. 

“Scream for me, Illumi.” Your touch was as soft as a whisper, lovingly caressing his pale skin. “I want you to scream.”

“How are you going to do that?” Illumi’s question was little more than curious, albeit unintentionally condescending. He sounded as though that was an impossible task.

“With this.” You brought your hand to rest against the strap-on you would use to fill his hole, knowing he was the most unabashed when being pounded. “I think it’s high time you get filled, wouldn’t you agree?”

“What’s so special about that?” Illumi had never screamed before but, then again, he had never been made to feel this good before. He also couldn’t deny the want, which was a completely new feeling for him. 

“What’s special is that,” You pointed towards the vibrator that was rapidly buzzing against his new erection. “Is staying on.”

“Oh.” He sighed, eyelids fluttering shut at your words. He was at the brink of some precipice, although he didn’t know what. This was further than you both had ever gone before, and he didn’t quite know the extent of pleasure you were subjecting him to. He had only been exposed to bodily pleasure after meeting you. 

Settling between Illumi’s legs, something caught your eye from your peripheral vision. Turning to look at the mirror, a wicked idea formed in your mind. That was perfect.

Unfastening his restraints, you tilted his chin upwards to meet your gaze. “Get on the floor and face the mirror, I want you on your hands and knees.”

Illumi moved off of the bed to comply with your command, seemingly less fluid and graceful than he usually moved. You could tell he was tempted to tear the vibrator off of him, but you knew he was feeling too good to remove it. Only a man as strong as he was could withstand such sensitive and overbearing pleasure and find it enjoyable. 

You watched as Illumi exposed himself to you, meeting your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Oh, the sight of him almost froze you in place. With hooded eyes, a light flush on his cheeks, lips parted, and hair tumbling to the floor, you almost lost your demeanour and pounced. How had you gotten so lucky? Who else knew this side of Illumi? He was simply exquisite.

You kept his gaze as you moved to stand behind him, kept it as you dropped to your knees, hands running up the inside of his soft thighs. His muscles tremored slightly beneath your touch. Yes, he was definitely ready. Finally, after hours, Illumi would be responsive enough.

His hole was already wet and open from the prostate vibrator that had abused him for the majority of the day, and so it took very little effort as you slowly pushed into him, taking your time and savouring the look on his face as you did so. Yes, the mirror was a fantastic idea.

One you had buried yourself to the hilt, you stilled. The only sound in the room was the whir of the vibrator, and Illumi’s heavy breathing.

“Move.” He demanded, fingers curling against the wooden floor. You smirked, he was desperate.

“Why should I?” You felt wicked as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, coaxing a low moan from the boy. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

You pulled him up, his back flush against your chest while your hand wrapped around his throat, giving it a slight squeeze. “You want me to fuck you nice and good?”

“Yes.”

“If you insist.” You kissed his neck before pushing him back down and letting him touch the floor again. “I am looking forward to that scream, Illumi.”

Pulling out as slowly as you pushed in, your hips snapped forward and Illumi jolted. Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, you began pounding. Having been edged for hours, Illumi almost couldn’t handle the unbearable sensation of both a vibrator and a strap-on making him feel overwhelmingly sensational. He felt as though he was on fire, his entire being was burning.

You watched carefully through the mirror, watching his face contort as he lost control of both his emotions and his reactions. Moans freely fell from his lips, and grew ever louder the closer he got to his high that he had been chasing but denied. His face looked almost pained, but you knew it was from exquisite pleasure. Illumi would never look pained if he was actually in pain. 

His eyes rarely left yours, only briefly a few times when his eyes closed on a particularly good thrust that brushed against his prostate. His voice had become strangled, almost choking on the sounds he was making. You wrapped some of his hair around your fist as you rode his ass, sincerely loving every moment of this. His expression was one you had never seen before and you felt the need to commit it to memory. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You couldn’t help but say, and his eyes flickered to yours before returning to watching himself get fucked by you. You could tell he was extraordinarily close, his voice getting louder and louder with each snap of your hips. “I will let you finish, but you know the condition.”

“I know.” He managed, crying out as he held your gaze once more. His eyes did not stray from you as he reached the high he so desperately sought, and Illumi Zoldyck came with a scream. 

If you could have a single sound memorised, it would have been that one. It was simply perfection. 

Helping him through his earth shattering orgasm, Illumi’s body trembled against yours as he slowly came back to earth. 

You pulled out and took off the vibrator, tossing them to the side to be cleaned later. Your first priority was your boyfriend who was lying on the floor, forehead pressed against the wooden panels as he caught his breath.

“You got what you wanted.” He said as you brought him into your arms, his head dropping against your shoulder. 

“It was perfect.” You stroked his hair, planting kisses against his temples as you made him look at you.  “You are perfect.”

[one-cherry]

I’m just sayin’ what if he was a tattoo artist instead 😭

[xxcherrycherixx]

she dressed to take blondie to the diner later

maybe they can share a milkshake 👀

[shuuenka]

between journey on the express and extended stays at luofu, some lines would blend, no?

[klenda-v]

Y’all what if we got Dentman onto Tumblr

[tardis-technician]

My addition to the discourse

[mistycmice]

A sudden thought that came to me

[nataliedoesthings]

Here’s just a random ass thought I had-

I think Yor used to be a dancer when she was a kid. More specifically she danced ballet. Because if you think about it she’s very graceful which could be from years of dance lessons. As well as the fact ballerina are often considered stronger and fitter then some pro athletes (and Yor is very strong). And my final reason is just the fact she runs in stilettos. Like this girl took dance lessons.

(Sorry for the shitty grammar it’s 2am.)

Edit:

I made a drawing of Ballerina Yor here :)

[jade-doodles-questionmark]

Guys, may I interest you… in furiyun

Wrote something on this scene too⬇️

Yun Jin briefly looked away, suddenly looking shy. When those pretty scarlet eyes fell on Furina again, the warm adoration in them almost made her crumble.

“I wonder if… we can be more than good friends, more than partners in art.”

“W-what do you mean?” Furina knew where this was possibly going, but asked nonetheless. She needed to hear it spoken aloud.

Yun Jin softly laughed, without any hint of judgement. “I mean I really, really fancy you.”

“But how do you know?” Furina instinctively asked. For some reason, she felt tears welling in her eyes. Seeing the questioning look on Yun Jin’s face, she elaborated, “how do you know you actually like me, the real me? How do you know you are not falling for a facade I put on?” Because even I cannot tell them apart now.

“Because I see you, Furina de Fontaine.” Yun Jin answered, patiently as if guiding her through a homework question. “You are the girl who makes a cute noise when you eat something you like. You are the girl who would subconsciously hum songs to yourself when you are concentrated in doing things you enjoy. You are the girl who would go through tomes and tomes of abstruse texts to look for a solution. You are also the strongest, kindest person I know.”

The tears must have fallen out by then, because Yun Jin’s hand had risen to her cheeks and gently wiped them away.

“I see you, Furina, and I like you.”

[gunstellations]

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