#woopsies had to write a little drabble

[sttoru]

Imagine what that mouth on sukunas stomach could do?? Like imagine riding that shit 😍

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warnings. true form!sukuna x (concubine) female reader. cunnilingus?. use of his tummy tongue, slapping \\ mdni.

sex with the king of curses is all about his pleasure. not in the way of ‘he doesn’t care if you enjoy it or not’ — no, in the way of ‘his pleasure stems from your pleasure’. seeing you lose your mind over how deliciously well he treats you and your body is where he gets the sexual satisfaction from.

“y’re nasty,” sukuna grumbles, seeing the way your hips are trembling and grinding against the gigantic tongue hanging from his abdomen. its moving around swiftly, covering the entire area between your legs and making a mess out of your bare cunt with globs of warm saliva.

you can’t count the amount of times you’ve squirted on it. his tummy mouth gladly laps up all your juices and sukuna gets off to the taste. his bottom set of hands press your hips down against the enormous tongue—not willing to give you a break.

one of his upper hands is wrapped around your throat, the other lightly slapping you whenever you threaten to black out from the continuous and overwhelming pleasure. you look cockdrunk, even when you aren’t, “my lord! can’t anymore.”

“tch. you can and you will,” sukuna replies in a dark tone. he’s making it a challenge: he wants to see how many times he can make you cum tonight by only letting you ride the mouth on his abdomen.

[twiggies-draws]

WUH OH STEVEN U DONE DID A WOOPSIE POOPSIE.

I really wanted to explore how Steven’s mind and behaviour would be affected as he corrupts. With the physical corruption slowly happening, I want it to be going through his mind slowly as well. Corruptions are kind of like agitated wild animals, I think. They’re kind of always on edge, and definitely are not always reasonable. At this point, Steven knows he did something very bad, but he’s not feeling the remorse that would come with it. Rather he feels a bit more of a wild animal’s instinct to preserve himself, which comes out as trying to make excuses. He barely knows what he himself is thinking, and this is very early in the corruption.

I tried writing a little drabble to go with this based on how I imagine this scene was happening when i was drawing. plus an extra sketch under read more.

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A resounding smash, a crack, a cloud of smoke, and the sound of something light dropping to the ground. Steven caught his breath, as he stared at the damaged white gem on the floor. He fell to his knees and grasped at it, tracing the cracks with a finger, his mind static.

The sound of footsteps from behind. Garnet, he realised. His head snapped around to face her, desperation obvious in his face. "I...I didn't mean to!" he cried out shakily like a child trying to get out of trouble, clutching the damaged pearl in his hand. 

If Garnet was concerned, or angry, or disappointed, she didn't show it. "Don't worry, Steven." She said, as stoic… or monotone, as ever. "Just give her to me, I'll take care of her." She kneeled down beside him, reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder, reassuring but assertive.

"No!" He jolted and turned away from her, grabbing Pearl's gem tighter in his fingers, holding her up to his chest protectively. A sudden possessiveness overcame him, he had to make sure Pearl stayed safe. She was hurt! He… he had to protect her. Forgetting completely what hurt her in the first place.

[meepdrawartgood]

Final Preparations

(woopsie, i might have written a short drabble, major DGR3 spoilers below)

The hangar was silent, save for the feverish scratching of Kokichi's pen against paper, and the occasional flip of the page. Kaito sat to the side, saying nothing, just watching the smaller teen frantically write his script. There was sweat beading on Kokichi's forehead, his lips pursed in a tight line and wide eyes rapidly scanning over the paper.

Kokichi was smart. The fact that even now, as the poison slowly overtook his body, he was weaving a final, near impenetrable lie, it stunned Kaito. He was never just a bratty little teen. He may have actually planned everything up until now, despite not being the mastermind. He was one of the biggest threats to the killing game, and it was that realization that convinced Kaito to help him. He may have been completely off his rocker, but his strength was in his intelligence.

Kaito was shook out of his thoughts by a small noise, and looked up to see Kokichi turning blue, writing hand twitching uselessly on the paper and other hand clawing at his throat.

Shit. He had less time than he thought.

Kaito leapt into action, quickly leaning forward and slapping a hand against the supreme leader's back, hard and fast. "Hey-Kokichi, breathe! I know it's hard to, but just try to breathe."

After a moment, Kokichi suddenly gasped and coughed hard, shoving the script into Kaito's arms so the saliva flying from his mouth wouldn't stain it. After a short coughing fit, there was mostly spit, but a single drop of blood on the ground in front of him.

Kaito winced.

Kokichi said nothing, snatching the script back and continuing to write, even as his muscles began to twitch against his will, even as his throat locked up again and again, each time loosened by a harsh pat from Kaito, even as his vision began to blur at the edges, even as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

Finally, he closed the small book, panting a bit and blinking to try and make sense of which Kaito he was supposed to look at, the left or the right one. "H-here-" He decided on one and held out the script, barely registering as it fell to the floor just to the right of him, and the astronaut picked it up.

"Kokichi. How many fingers am I holding up?"

He looked up, blinking hard and counting. "...Eight...? Haha...wh-where'd you get eight fingers, Kaito?"

The taller male cursed under his breath, standing up. "Kokichi, we gotta go, or Maki Roll is gonna be the blackened."

After a bit of a struggle to get Kokichi out of his bloodied shirt, the teen attempted to stand, but didn't get far, collapsing in a heap in the other's arms. So instead he was dragged, deliberately creating a bloody trail on the floor from the wound in his back. Kaito pulled his jacket off and laid it on the hydraulic press, then lifted Kokichi and set him in place at the control panel.

It was honestly terrifying, having to lay there with his eyes closed, listening to the press descend lower and lower, praying Kokichi would be able to stop it in time. Finally, he heard the press stop and scrambled out from under it, rushing to the supreme leader's side. He had collapsed again after pressing the force stop button, arms unable to hold him up anymore. Kaito scooped him up, hurrying to the press and sliding the other under it, on top of his jacket.

And found himself unable to move suddenly. This was it. This was Kokichi Ouma's final moments alive, and Kaito's own final moments before he would be blackened. This was really, truly it.

"...Nee..heehee..." Kokichi choked out, a weak smile on his pale face. "...Why...why you cryin' K...Kaito...?"

When had he started crying? It didn't matter, he couldn't answer anyway. It was like his voice had just shut off.

"...Kaito......?"

He looked back up. His eyes met purple, staring back. This was the real Kokichi Ouma. Not a lie. He knew that for a fact now.

"...Don't...dont f-fuck up my lines...ok?"

"...I won't."

Kokichi's short scream was thankfully drowned out by the hum of the machine and the sounds of his body being crushed.