#sadism????

[nya-vivi]

I will not be reading any symbolism author anytime soon.

[capnsoapy]

people will have double-digit opinions on kink discourse and still manage to not know what BDSM stands for

[bitingbooth]

Thinking about indulging in masochism as a positive part of play. Like so often I see people talking about a sub getting hit for disobedience or failing to do something or even as just a passive thing that happens and like sure that has its place. But like what about a sub doing a good job so they can earn getting flogged? Warning a brat that you won't bite them for the rest of the night if they keep up the attitude. Offering to beat someone until they're crying as motivation for them to get all their work done? What if the violence was full of love? What if I want your skin to show the world how much I love and care for you?

[femmelovefemme]

fucking you rough but sounding gentle. degrading you but praising you.

fucking my cock so deep into you that you feel like you might tear in two.

being so overstimulated that you start crying as you feel another orgasm arriving.

“you're doing so good for me baby” i say, ramming my strap into your open little cunt. “such a good slut for mommy”. i slap your clit making you yelp. 

“look at you taking mommy's biggest cock so well. your pretty pussy is all stretched out and wet”. my hand wraps around your throat to squeeze it. “mommy's so proud of you”. you gasp and choke and I smile down at you. you're just so cute full of my cock your belly bulging each time i fuck my hips into yours. 

“you're so pretty when you cry. mommy's prettiest little whore. you're gonna let mommy use you, right?” i fuck you even deeper. tighten my grip even harder. “you're gonna let mommy hurt you, right? you'll be mommy's obedient little pain slut?” you just nod, your face hot, your brain foggy. you'd agree to virtually anything when i have you right there: choking on sobs and fucked full of cock.

i finally let go to slap you in the face and you whine so prettily for me.

“fuck baby… you know how much mommy loves to hurt you.” another slap. this time you start sobbing as your slutty pain trained little cunt grips my cock and throbs around it.

“now you'll cum again for me baby.” i say digging my nails in your spread out thighs. “i won't stop until you're completely numb and covered in pretty purple bruises. just another proof that mommy loves you very much”

[pile-of-skulls]

I need them on their belly while I put my boot between their thighs, pressing my steel toe down hard as I watch them squirm, whining that it hurts but pushing back against it as hard as they’re able.

Let me bruise your little puppycunt with my big boot pretty thing, I’ll let you pretend you don’t love it.

[playfully-sadistic]

Personally, I'm a big fan of subs who tell you that "it hurts so much".

Yes, whining, crying, wailing, begging, whimpering is all nice and fun, but fuck, does it do something to doms when subs are so fucking articulatedly vocal about being in pain, about being close to their limit, on that thin line that turns them on just so perfectly and immensely that they wouldn't dream of using their safeword.

They're in pain and they're loving it and they're absolutely not too shy to tell you aaaall about it, so you better not stop keeping them in pain. Such a lovely and unique way of saying "Don't stop, I love it, I want it to never end".

[toutallyahoe]

*coughs* milkman x doppelganger! male reader with tentacles *coughs*

━ good neighbour ,, that's not my neighbor

pairing(s): francis "milkman" mosses x doppelganger! male reader warnings: cursing, monster fucking, dub con, tentacle porn, sadism/masochism (?), dacryphilia (?), monster [name], doppelganger [name] a/n: ask and you shall receive mahal <333

also sorry if its shit, i literally wrote this as i was high and sleepy on the bus lol

Francis did not know how it happened... but it did. One moment he was relaxing in his apartment room, lying on a worn-down couch in the living room as he was trying to get in some rest since he was tired from another day of delivering milk. The next he was opening the door to his next-door neighbour who had knocked and asked for some help as you were locked out of your room since you forgot the keys inside.

Francis didn't think too much of it at first. You, his neighbour was a nice young man after all, whom he was on decent terms. And it wouldn't be bad to be a good neighbour even though you did disturb him from sleeping. Sure, it may be a bit suspicious with doppelgangers running around to copy people's faces to get into buildings to kill off residents, but the doorman of his building had never been wrong before. And who was he to not help his neighbour who had always been very kind to him, sending him a smile or a wave each time Francis went out for the day to do his deliveries when you coincidentally go out at the same time to work?

But how did this happen?

Opening the door to his apartment and welcoming you in, you immediately sent him an apologetic look as you told him that you were going to call the building manager to help with your lost keys... before Francis knew it, he was pushed to the wall with his arms pinned above his head by the very same neighbour of his, looking at him with an amused look, eyes now red and had no sense of that warmth that Francis was used too.

"You made things very easy," You had said as Francis felt his voice stuck in his throat as he stared in horror when tentacles appeared behind you... was this even you? Pretty sure no normal human has.... this?!? "Aw, scared? I didn't even do anything yet."

A doppelganger. The damn doorman let a fucking doppelganger in and Francis was stupid enough to also let said doppelganger in his apartment!!!

"Please," Francis' voice was weak as his body began to shake in fear, knowing well what would happen next from the doppelganger being here. His door was already locked and the damn thing was in here with him. All alone. "P... please..."

The doppelganger of his neighbour let out a chuckle which gave Francis goosebumps. It was deep and gruff and Francis would have swooned if it wasn't from the current situation. You leaned close to him, tilting your head and you grinned. Francis gulped upon seeing the sharp teeth. So sharp, it can probably tear off flesh... definitely tear off flesh.

"Please?" You asked, mockingly using the same scared tone Francis had as the tentacles behind you moved to replace your hands from pinning Francis to the wall. "Please what, sweetheart?"

"Don't kill me," Francis managed to say as his heartbeat escalated. Shit. You were close. Too close. "Please don't kill me."

"Now we can't do that," You said as you shook your head. Francis let out a hiss from his wrists was squeezed by the tentacle that pinned it. A whimper escaped his throat when his tired eyes widened from you leaning more closer to him. "No, we really can't..." You paused for a second as your eyebrows furrowed. Looking at Francis for a second as you hummed.

Francis waited with bated breath, hitching when he heard the doppelganger's next words. "Well, unless..."

Francis' legs were spread out as he was still pinned down, on his couch this time. Every muscle in his body was tensed as pants left his lips. He threw his head back when he felt the large tentacle that was inside him hit his prostate each time it thrust inside him. "Shit!" Francis tried to muffle his moans but a slap to his face made him whimper and cry, his moans pouring out like a waterfall now. He tearfully looked at you as you grinned at him, in between his legs as you loomed over him.

"Let it all out," You commanded as you pinched Francis red and abused nipples, twisting the bud harshly. Making the Milkman whimper as his body was quivering from the intense pleasure and pain. Another tentacle was then pushed inside his hole, stretching him more which burned but Francis had to admit, it felt so good.

"I'm... 'm sorry," Francis slurred as he let out a loud more feeling both tentacles rubbing his swollen prostate vigorously that it was borderline causing him pain now. The pace was harsh yet he couldn't do anything with that. He was at the mercy of the doppelganger looming over him. "I won't — won't... I—" A cry leave his lips as his dick twitched, another release was coming and it really didn't take long, not from the abuse his body was getting. Before Francis knew it, the knot in his stomach snapped as he came, his back arching as he threw his head back. Spurts of cum came shooting out his red, aching cock into the air and hitting you a bit.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you slapped Francis in the face again. "Did I say you can come?" You asked as you glared at the quivering body of the Milkman, leaning down, your hand found themselves in Francis' neck. You smiled, sharp teeth showing as you squeezed at the Milkman's throat which made Francis let out choke noises. More tears fell down Francis' eyes as his lips quivered

"Please."

You only chuckled as you brought out more tentacles from behind you. "We aren't done yet, sweetheart."

[finsterwalds]

The think tanks if they were synths in game (where's the mod @ fallout community!!!). I gave Mobius and Klein the scrubs you find for them in the Big MT, but the rest of the crew wears the standard mad scientist scrubs. I know Klein also wears glasses apparently, but my headcanon is that he only wears them when he's reading!

[preeningpisces]

♡ Too Sensitive - Part Two ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms. 

A/N: basically Choso is sweet—the other two are not lol

Includes: Choso, Kenjaku, and Sukuna Part One sorry for lumping you in with the baddies, Choso

Content: masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, p-in-v, bondage, monsterfucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

Petnames: whore, my lord

TW: dubcon, sadism

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Choso is earnest & helps you through it. He wants you to cum, it’s one of the best parts of sex. Denying yourself every time, even if it isn’t intentional, has to be frustrating. He'll do whatever you need to get there.

♡ ♡ ♡

With how new relationships are for Choso, you haven’t added sex to the equation yet. Everything about intimacy is a learning curve, and even though the two of you agreed to take things slow, Choso has shown a clear yearning and interest in sex. So when he walks in on a failed masturbation attempt, all thoughts of easing into sex flew out the window. How was he supposed to forget the sight of your legs spread, head thrown back, and fingers working to make yourself come? 

He crawled up the bed, and with pleading eyes, asked what was wrong. You insisted everything was fine, but Choso isn’t stupid: he knew you were masturbating, and it didn’t go how it was supposed to for whatever reason. Eagerness alone isn’t enough to make up for a lack of knowledge, however, and Choso feels almost as frustrated as you when he accepts he doesn’t know how to help. 

It’s then you learn of Choso’s persuasion skills, because you now rub your clit for your boyfriend to watch. His gaze is heavy and irreverent—transfixed by your wet pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he says when your hole twitches, and the compliment makes warmth flood through you. “Can I touch you?”

“A-ah, yeah, go ahead.” The scenario wounds your pride: you don’t want to struggle in front of Choso. How is he supposed to trust you as a guide when you can’t even give yourself a basic orgasm? A tentative touch to your labia interrupts these thoughts, appreciating its shapes and feeling your wetness. 

You whimper when his curiosity leads him to tracing your hole—not penetrating, only running the tip of his finger through the rim. He looks at you in question before he slowly breeches you, amazed by the sight and sensation of you parting for him. 

It isn’t until you shift your hips that he grazes your g-spot, and your pussy squeezes his fingers so hard he briefly wonders if he hurt you. Uncertainty fades away as he caresses the rough area, his excitement growing as you move against his hand with a moan. It’s wet and warm, and the thought of it surrounding his cock makes him bite back a sound. 

“Choso, you’re doing so good,” you pant, your voice tight with effort. “You can put another in.” 

He does as told, mouth hanging when he sees your pussy stretch to accommodate his fingers. Over-eager, he relentlessly strokes your g-spot, his hips grinding against the bed. You cry out and match his intensity by circling your clit quickly. It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble, and your body to stiffen. Whether by accident or knowing more than you thought he would, his fingers scissor, and you’re brought to the door of stinging pleasure.  

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” your hand flies off instinctively, but he catches your wrist. 

“Keep going,” he says lowly, and covers your fingers, moving them to glide over your clit beneath his own. “Let me help you.”

It’s an odd sensation: your familiar fingers moving in unfamiliar ways. He intensifies your touch, and resumes stroking your g-spot, shooting red-hot nerves through your body. 

“Oh, my god, Choso! That’s too fucking—” you wail when you come, muscles cramping from the tension. Choso’s touches never falter as he leans over to connect your lips. It’s a sloppy, noisy kiss, and he moans almost as much as you. When you thrash to get away from him and tears well in your eyes, he removes his fingers and pulls you close. You pant in unison, and when you glance down, you see Choso had come in his pants. Only minutes pass before you feel his erection poking your ass. 

“Can I do it again?” 

Kenjaku is curious & tests you through it: what makes you so sensitive? Is it a certain technique? Would different stimuli make it more or less intense? He wants to explore until he knows the ins and outs of the issue to sate his curiosity.

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If you were told that you would spend your Saturday evening tied down with your leader’s head between your legs, you would assume they mistook you for someone with a much more colorful sex life. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have come as a shock with his unpredictable nature, but you assumed he had no interest in sex–or anything that isn’t about cursed energy, really.

Your legs strain against the straps as you come with a voiceless scream, mouth hanging open. Kenjaku only licks at your cunt twice more before removing himself, his face expressionless as he watches you twitch and convulse. With his thumb he absentmindedly wipes residue from his jaw, only to lick it from his finger and lips–the display makes your cheeks heat, even though he just ate your pussy. When he remains silent, you know he’s mulling over something, and prepare yourself for the incoming rant as your high dissipates. Instead, he slides two fingers into you. He wastes no time locating your soft spot, caressing the area with deliberate strokes. His cool demeanor makes you feel foolish for making any noise, whether they come from your mouth or your pussy.

When he ate you out, he focused on your clit, his tongue flitting over your opening once or twice, but never penetrating. Now, it seems, he’s doing the exact opposite. Thick fingers part so widely it almost hurts, but so turned on it only makes you mewl, and raise your hips for more. This seems to herald your end, as he sets a rhythmic pace, pushing you further and further along. Like before, the pleasure skyrockets to a harsh burn, and you squirm in your restraints.

“Where does it hurt?” You stare at him stupidly, unsure what he said. It’s the first he’s spoken since strapping you down. “You said it gets over-sensitive before an orgasm. Where is that happening now?”

“My clit,” you manage. His fingering doesn’t slow even as you’re trying to speak. 

“Is it internal or external?” A choke interrupts you before you can ask him to clarify, as another orgasm knocks the wind out of you. His fingers are still, but continue to pulse against your g-spot as your pussy clenches. Sensing your confusion, he continues.

“Does it happen in the head of your clitorus,” his thumb swipes over it cheekily, making you yelp. “Or is it internal?” He presses against your g-spot with an exaggerated force. Kenjaku’s voice is slow and condescending as he explains, as if you’re a child. You’re still trembling through your orgasm, too overwhelmed to think, let alone answer. Miffed by your silence, he pulls your nipple with his free hand. 

“External! Fuck!”

“Interesting,” he says to himself, and continues to toy with your nipple until your eyes water. Two fingers straddle your clit, not touching, and rub the entire area in slow circles. A loud gasp tears from deep in your lungs, your body unsure what to do with this development. 

“No, you can’t be serious,” your voice warbles when a pinch to your clit chastises you. “Fuck, fuck–no!” You jerk against the restraints, and your hips try to run away from his touch. “Stop!”

“Tell me, was it worse the second time, or the same?” A muted whimper is your only reply. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’re fine. I have more methods to try, after all.” 

Sukuna is sadistic & forces you through it: normally he doesn’t care if you cum, but the thought that it’s too much and overwhelms you very much appeals to him.

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How your Lord became privy to such information you’ll never know for certain, but you have an inkling of how it happened. You were a simple servant, tasked with trivial duties like laundry and sweeping in the courtesan’s quarters. You had sequestered a bottle of liquor to be shared with those you consider friends, and the four of you drunkenly giggled as you shared your racy experiences.

Apparently, one of your ‘friends’ is a fucking narc, or just an idiot with loose lips and no sense. Because a handful of days later, you’re being summoned by Sukuna himself, and find yourself propped on his lap.

The tongue is waterlike, curling and rolling between your thighs, leaving thick saliva in its wake. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to leak and for pathetic sounds to spill. Does he prefer silence? You fist your robes, unsure if you’re allowed to even touch Sukuna; you have no clue how you’re supposed to behave.

“I’m going to kill the fool that sent you to the servant’s quarters,” he says. One of your breasts stills from your robe, and he is quick to palm it with his massive hand, and more terrifyingly, pull your nipple. His other hand squeezes your pliant thigh, and another molds against your hip, thumb digging into your lower belly–clearly appreciating how soft you are.

Barely, you resist rolling your hips in tandem with his licking. Despite it all, the large slippery tongue feels unlike anything you’ve felt before. The roll of his tongue is passionate enough that it swipes at your ass as well, making you gasp and clench every time. The pleasant sensations bleed into discomfort as you get close–what you’ve feared ever since you came into his throne room–and you stiffen as you try to bear through it.

His tongue never stops its languid stroking, and despite your best effort, you thrash and twist in his hold, trying to escape the burn. A plea for him to stop bubbles at your lips. You have no choice but to take it, and after a few moments of unbearable rubbing on your clit, you sob as an orgasm is ripped from you. The tongue never stops. It laps wildly, trying to drink everything your body offers. Tears spill from your eyes, as the prickling in your clit spreads.

“That was fast,” he muses, lazily eyeing your quivering body. “I’ve never seen a whore cry because she got her cunt licked.” His tongue flicks your clit sharply, and he chuckles when you nearly topple over. “Sensitive?”

“Yes, my lord.” You tremble all over; the weight of his attention is enough to terrify.

“Good.” Suddenly, he lifts and positions you over his cock—the one furthest from his pelvis. Your heart drops to your ass. It’s humongous, surely, it will kill you! You don’t have time to fear, because he presses you down immediately. It pushes against your entrance for several moments, unable to slide in despite how lubricated you are with his saliva and your juices, but eventually, your hole succumbs to the pressure from Sukuna’s hold and it breeches you violently. The size of his cock knocks the wind out of you, and its twin grazes the your pussy. Your clit feels like it’s on fire.

“Cry for me, whore,” he lifts you up and drops you back down, the slap and your yelp echo through the throne room. “It’s all you’re good for.”

[sundered-sadist]

I want to degrade you. No, not by calling you a whore, or a pretty idiot (as true as those might be). I want to dig into your mind and find what truly embarrasses you.

It’s easy to call you a slut, but we both already know that you are one, and that you enjoy being one. If I’m degrading you, I’m not calling you something that makes you feel happy and bubbly. The point is for it to sting, to make you feel small.

We’ll have long, detailed conversations about your fears, insecurities, and traumas. I’ll dig into your brain, bombarding you with questions until I find what I’m looking for. That is what I’ll use to degrade you.

You’ll thank me for it eventually. Besides, how can you say I’m being mean when I’m giving you such focused, specialized attention?

[fae-bites]

One time Miss made me look into her eyes and repeat "I'm nothing, no one cares about me, I don't matter" while she edged me and if I stopped she would stop touching me. She made me cum like this.

Burying my face into her chest, shaking, cumming after being so desperate for release, and choking out "I don't matter" as I came???? Fundamentally changed me forever I think.

[futch-disaster]

blow me like a good pet to help me relax while I smoke, and maybe I’ll give you a hit or two as a reward <3

[playfully-sadistic]

"It won't fit" - "I'll make it fit"? Hot, yeah, but overused.

"It won't fit" - "You're right, I'll probably rip you apart and hurt you real bad, huh? Better make this one time count then"? Much, much better. Make them scared properly, not just vaguely.

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

[s0ftbutt0n]

True form bbg Sukuna, Heian era smut<3

TW IN TAGS

Cw- Heian era, smut Ofc, asphyxiation, size difference (not stated much), rough smut, mild plot, sadism (Sukunas end), DUBCON!!, hair pulling, mean Sukuna (which is obvious but still!), belly bulging, fear play cat and mouse game)

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What a mess you were in. Something you had no way out of, Something you would never get out of until death.

Soft sobs were all you could muster up. Fear paralysing you on spot unable to get up from the floor shaking on that very spot beneath him-- The king of curses. He was staring down at you with a bordering on annoyed look.. not that you knew, after all your gaze was on your lap.

A simple "Stop crying." was all he said, snapping you out of your trance instantly staring up, you were a blubbering mess... then again, who wouldn't be? at the mercy of the king of curses-- Sukuna Ryomen. To say you were scared would be an understatement, you were petrified.

Your village- your home- no... Your friends and family sacrificed you in order to save themselves, sure you should feel heroic knowing they'll live another day but that was not the case and rightfully so. You were angry, terrified and upset. Did they have no empathy? they gave you away so easily- no begging, no nothing, just a simple hand over.

"Quit crying." He sounded more annoyed than the last time, staring down at you with a sharp gaze. He was staring... almost expectantly? as if expecting you to beg for your life, though he didn't plan to kill you, how would you know that? Yet you stayed silent, as if you were muted by fear.

This must have been amusing to him, considering he began laughing as he stared down "What? not going to beg for your life?"

He was staring again no longer laughing. "How interesting..." "Well, what is your name woman?"

The look on your face was almost comical, your tear struck, terrified and confused gaze made him wish to laugh again. Finally you spoke, not wanting to anger him you whimpered out your name, your voice so shaky and pathetic.

He loved it.

"I see..." his hand gripped your chin, finger pads digging into your flesh.

"You must be upset, no? After all your village practically tossed you to me with no arguments."

All you could do was nod your head knowing if you spoke again you'd burst into tears your throat was already twitching as if threatening to choke up tears.

Luckily, you didn't.

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You weren't sure why you were here, at first you had assumed it was to kill you, then after a few days you assumed it was to become a concubine of the sorts but you never asked.

Though despite your assumptions he never made a move to kill you or ever treat you as a concubine, in fact he just kept you by his side.

Why though?

Over the past few days you barely mustered up the courage to ask for water, let alone ask him why.

So you waited.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to realise you were confused, in fact it was like he was waiting. He gripped your waist without any delicacy, lazily sitting you on his lap.

"Ask."

Your throat closed up. Instantly freezing on the spot, of course that seemed to humour him though

"I wasn't asking, woman."

The last thing you wanted to do was agitate the king of curses so you desperately tried to speak, Letting out a shaky whimper "M-My lord.. why.. what was your reason for taking me from my village?"

God you felt pathetic, barely able to speak.

"Why?" he barked out a laugh, smirking down at you.

"Because I desired to do so, in fact my full intentions were to kill the village but when they handed over you, I had a change of heart." He practically snickered the last bit out, staring at your shaking figure.

How were you meant to respond to that?

He must have been joking, this was Sukuna- not some random psycho.

He is the king of curses he can't be serious.

Of course Sukuna seemed to know right off the bat you were even more confused in which he just chuckled.

"That's the truth, nothing more to it. Though it did not shock me how easily they gave you away,"

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After that he never really elaborated on it again, there must have been a different reason- Why would he want you? a mere human that has no significance to him.

...

You should have known 'Reader', now look at the mess you're in.

Playing a game of cat and mouse with the King of curses.

Of course undoubtedly, you were screwed. There was no way you would outrun him, in fact the only reason you got so far is because he gave you a hour head start.

It's getting dark 'Reader'.

All your senses were of course heightened and now your breathing rougher than usual and much more desperate, panting with every smack of your shoes against the floor.

You poor soul, you should have known you weren't for keeping.

God knows what he intends to do with you when he finds you but chances are it includes death-- your death.

You could practically hear his mocking laughs in your head, the berating tone he used several times, slowly getting louder until-

WHACK

You were on the floor within seconds, his foot firmly on your back pressing you flat down. Instantly you began sobbing, louder than you ever could fathom blubbering out begs not to kill you- desperate to live. You didn't want to die.

Not yet.

For a second his face had a look that could only be described as confusion, shifting into one of humour.

"Kill you? What gave you that impression?,"

Huh?

"I simply wanted to see how far you would get.."

If you weren't confused before you definitely were now, your mind a complete fuzz as you try take in his words with a weak cry.

...

Maybe that's why you were shifted into the meanest mating press one could fathom. He wasn't going rough, not yet. Giving you time to adjust which was barely helpful, he's far too massive (which was expected).

Tears trickled down your face from the biiiig stretch, he was so big it felt mean:( his big hand was clasped over your mouth silencing your weak cries as your nails dig into his chest. Cunny squeezing him impossibly tight his grunts mixed with your muffled whines filling the forest- it was so dark right now, his other hands roamed your body. One large hand on your ankle; holding it up, one on your waist and the other playing with your nipple, squeezing and tugging the sensitive flesh that kept hardening under his touch.

He was relentless with his thrusts, he barely gave you enough time to adjust because within two minutes he was already rutting into your cervix with mean jolts:( who knew the king of curses could act like a bitch in heat?

Was he like this with his concubines?

If not Whyd you get this treatment?

Your thoughts were snapped when his hand left your mouth and found its way around your neck, squeezing almost mockingly “already fucked dumb? You’re not paying much attention.” No matter how hard you tried to respond—

You couldn’t with how hard he was squeezing, the most you’d get out was a wheeze or cry- stumbling desperately as you attempt to choke out begs.

“How pathetic… I took you for more than that.” He was none stop mocking you. You wanted to fight back- to prove you weren’t as ‘pathetic’ as he says you are yet you don’t do a thing. You lay there beneath him, letting him bully your cervix none fucking stop, you were sure he was moulding your pussy.

Just as you thought you were about to go limp when black dots started appearing through your vision he removed his hand, holding your body closer to his large one. He was waiting, waiting for you to say anything yet all he got was weak cusses and cries.

His thumb circled your clit as he fucked you dumb, watching your body twitch as you whimper and moan in ecstasy, listening to your pathetic “ha- m’gonna cum!” Over and over. He adored how pathetic you were getting, your cunt trying to suck him in even further, as if that were possible. You're eyes widened instantly as he grabbed your hair and forced you to look at your belly, his large sex making a pretty bulge in your stomach; so big you almost thought it might tear through the skin which it luckily did not. His hips were frenzying into your engulfing cunt, such an addictive cunny and it was all his.

The thumb circling your clit was only adding to the pleasure you felt, whining loudly as his hand that was once on your waist moved to your mouth. Shoving two big fingers onto your tongue, muffling your whines that began to cease now that his fingers were so close to your throat.

You were getting closer, impossibly closer and he could tell. Your clit twitched softly under the pad of his finger, your cunt squeezing him even harsher as he thrusted into you even more. You wanted to scream from the pleasure-- Maybe even cry? Either way it felt too good yet also sore, a feeling you struggled to describe.

Yet he still didn't relent, going even rougher, smacking your sweet spot repeatedly, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head with a smirk, he felt far too good.

"M'cumming Sukuna!!" Your voice was all gurgly and muffled thanks to his fingers still stuffed in your pretty mouth, words barely coherent and yet he didn't remove them just letting out a gruff "Cum f’me then." And that you did.

It hit you like a tidal wave, your body twitching and jolting beneath him, it was so much, so good. He felt good.

Your cum splayed all over his appendage, some dribbling onto his balls, creaming his cock and he just laughed!:( continuing to thrust into you, letting you ride out your own orgasm whilst trailing his on, watching your face contort and your body twitch, sobbing for him to slow down, you couldn’t handle how much he was giving! And yet he didn’t stop. Not until he reached his own release, he continued the harsh thrusts that threatened to break you for a little longer, not even bothering to pull out as he finally released, filling your warm snug cunt up with his thick load, grumbling beneath his breath as he mutters about how you shouldn’t waste it.

After several minutes pass by of him and you just sitting there he finally pulls out, instantly sticking his fingers in to plug up your cunt. You were a twitchy mess, whimpering softly as you stare up with droopy eyes that were all dazed from pleasure, the mild overstimulation you felt was clouding your mind, softly tugging your clothes back only to have his hand smack them away.

“I never said I was done, did I?”

Goodluck!

A/N Thank you so much for 600+ followers! This was supposed to be a thank you for the four hundred but the longer I’ve took to write this the more you lovely people have followed😭

(Small extra! Underneath)

“You done…” was he going to praise you..? You really couldn’t tell, after all the king of curses never gave out praise so you doubted it. Your body being held by his much larger one in a lazy hold, the tongue on his stomach swirling along your sticky thighs. Once you were all clean his tongue gave a soft lick on your clit before leaving. “Good.” He paused for a second before starting again “you took me well, woman.”

[peach-lobottomy]

'does that hurt? I hope it does. Tell me it hurts.'

'i-it hurts, sir.'

'oh, gooodd boy...'