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zzzssleeping · 2 months ago
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Bound by Power
R. Sukuna x male reader
The King of Curses finally meeting someone on his level and ending up marrying him.
Fluff(?), possessiveness, mentioned of murder/killing, threats, tall reader.
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Imagine being the husband of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, a being said in hushed whispers, his name carrying enough weight to send even the most seasoned sorcerers trembling. To most, the very idea is laughable. Who in their right mind would choose to love, let alone marry, such a monster?
And yet, (Y/n) did, he was the perfect match.
He was tall, maybe even taller than Sukuna himself in his true form, (Y/n) was the definition of grace wrapped in unlimited power. With a voice like calm thunder and eyes that flickered with mysterious wisdom, he carried himself with an ease that suggested he had seen way worse than the King of Curses.
And maybe…he had.
When Sukuna first laid eyes on him, it was supposed to be just another day of bloodshed. He sensed power, thick, ancient, divine. That’s what drew him. What he found, however, was a man standing in the ruins of a battlefield where bodies began to rot, he was there not with fear, but with curiosity.
“You’re not afraid of me,” Sukuna had spat almost angrily, his four arms cracking with cursed energy.
(Y/n) simply tilted his head, letting a lazy smile stretch on his lips. “Why would I be? I’ve seen uglier things.”
The insult might’ve cost another limb. But Sukuna laughed. “How amusing.”
It wasn’t just him that made his black heart twitch, it happened quickly once he launched an attack, one meant to kill, not test, not tease. Yet, with a flick of his fingers, (Y/n) deflected it, as if swatting away a fly. “You really are powerful as they say,” he said gently, his voice almost warm, like silk over steel.
Sukuna's grin twitched. He hated the idea of being impressed, even more than that, he hated being curious and (Y/n) was nothing if not intriguing.
Now a married life with Sukuna was complicated. Yes, he was more beast than man with a taste for destruction, suddenly, he stopped attacking villages ever since his husband raised a finger and simply said, “No.” Sukuna hated being told what to do. Except from (Y/n), it wasn't an order, it was expectation, and for some twisted reason, he obeyed like a dog.
Right now, the two stood on top of a ruined cliffside, the sky changing orange from a dying sun. Wind tugged at (Y/n)'s robes as he leaned back on the rocks, arms crossed, watching the horizon.
Sukuna was staring with intensity.
"You're too soft." He sneered. “It’s disgusting.”
(Y/n) chuckled, brushing hair from his eyes. “And yet here you are, with me instead of gutting someone.” Sukuna grunted, arms folded, the mouth on his stomach grinning while the one on his face scowled, his eyes looked forward but one of them were always attached to his lover, husband, spouse? It didn't matter.
“Don't test me." He grunted, saying it like he meant it.
“Oh my, how romantic,” (Y/n) teased, tilting his head.
In truth, Sukuna had never known peace. Not until him. Not until those stupid warm hands that could level a mountain instead chose to hold his face so gently. Not when nights spent in silence, laying beside a man who could probably kill him, and still kissed his face after every battle.
Despite his hatred of love, he might’ve started to feel it, or something dangerously close. He didn’t understand, didn’t want to. Love was weakness, it was foolish, disgusting, fragile. Whatever this was, this need that graze at him every time (Y/n) so much as looked away, it was somewhere deep, cold inside him.
His sharp nails dug in as he held the man tightly, the divine warmth of (Y/n)'s body pressed flush against him, standing between his spread legs. One hand yanked him back by the waist when he tried to shift even slightly, the other gripped the back of his thigh, firm, possessive.
Sukuna’s nose found the crook of his neck, breathing him in like he was starving. “Try to leave,” he growled, low and husy, lips brushing against skin, “and I’ll kill you.”
It wasn’t a threat. Not really. It was a plea, wrapped in bloodied instinct and biting hunger. Because the thought of him gone, of that warmth suddenly disappearing, twisted something cruel inside him. (Y/n) didn’t flinch or laughed at his face. He hummed, soft and calm like always, arms coming around Sukuna’s shoulders as if he were embracing a lover, not a monster.
“Wouldn’t dream of it."
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zzzssleeping · 4 months ago
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Six Times Zoro Fell in Love
R. Zoro x ftm reader
Zoro falling head over heels for (Y/n).
Fluff, light smut, pre-op reader, 'chest' being mentioned.
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The first time Zoro fell in love, it was with another man.
At first, he didn’t really realize it. In the beginning he was only a bounty hunter, with nothing else to do except catch criminals for a living. He hadn’t given much thought to romance either, it was something unnecessary, another distraction from his goals. Women had never stirred anything in him, not romantically, not sexually. He thought maybe he just wasn’t made for love.
Yet, he did always admired strength, either if it was physical, mental, or emotional. He noticed the way some men carried themselves, the muscle under their skin, the confidence they wore. That’s what first drew him in and question everything.
Love didn’t hit him like a sword to the gut. It was slower, more confusing. But it was real.
He didn’t know what to make of it when he joined the crew, (Y/n), a new face with a nice demeanor and a stubbornness that reminded Zoro of himself. He hadn’t paid much attention at first. Luffy had a knack for picking the right people, and he trusted that. Still, being the vice-captain meant he liked to keep his distance until he was ready.
“Don’t mind him,” Nami sighed, one hand on her hip as she leaned toward (Y/n), watching the swordsman walk off again without so much as a nod. “He’s like that with everyone at first.”
(Y/n) didn’t mind. As long as there was no hostility, especially with his own identity and running from home with Luffy, he didn’t need Zoro’s approval to feel like part of the crew. Even so, he wasn't sure if he was being delusional or not, but he could've sworn he always felt his eyes on him.
The third time Zoro fell a little deeper was on some island where the crew had stopped to resupply and lay low. Somehow, he’d gotten separated from Luffy and Sanji. Nothing new there that even the new crew member was told by the cook beforehand to keep him close. Suprisingly, (Y/n) was the first to spot him in a bar, hitting a record of finding him under a couple of minutes, surrounded by empty bottles with his head low.
“Seriously?” (Y/n) muttered, stepping up beside him with arms crossed. “You get lost this bad?”
Zoro gave a tired grunt, drowning the last of his drink. “Didn’t get lost,” he lied, barely glancing up. He heard him scoff, reaching down and grabbing his hand, it was warm, calloused, firm. “Yeah, sure. Come on, mosshead.”
The pirate was almost halfway through preparing a snarky comeback when he felt it, really felt it. That gentle pressure of the other man's hand wrapped around his, pulling him to his feet. Guiding him at the front door. His heartbeat stuttered, then quickened and for the first time in a long time, he let someone else lead.
Something in that touch lingered with him all night.
The fourth time was after a brutal fight with a powerful marine. He had taken on more than he should have, his body bloodied as he collapsed on the Merry's deck with wounds lead to harsh scars, not that it bothered him. (Y/n) found him first once again, every single time, no matter where Zoro was, he saw the panic overtaking his usually calm features.
“Zoro!" He called out, dropping to his knees beside him and carefully lifting his head onto his lap. He grunted, his eye fluttering open, dazed for a moment then glancing up at him with affection.
“S’just a scratch…”
“Don’t be stupid,” he hissed, but his voice held no anger. His hands immediately went to clean the wounds, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You don’t always have to do it alone, you know." Zoro stayed silent, watching him in a haze of pain. No one had ever looked at him like that, like they were scared to lose him.
Later that night, he quickly woke up in the infirmary, half-bandaged, sore, and groggy after the fight. He saw (Y/n) sitting close by the bed, asleep in the chair with his head resting against the mattress, still holding his hand in a loose grip, as if wanting to keep him close as possible. He reached over with his uninjured arm, gently brushed his fingers through his hair. His chest ached in more ways than one.
He realized then that maybe he finally found a chance at love.
Then it suddenly happened the fifth time after a long night of drinking and watching the stars on the upper deck. Just the two of them. The others had gone to bed, the air was thick with warmth and unspoken things that they both have acknowledge while couldn't put it into words.
“You ever think about the future?” (Y/n) asked softly, sipping on a drink of booze. Zoro glanced over at him, the moonlight tracing the edges of his face. “Not really. Just wanna be the best.”
“And after that?” (Y/n) smiled, wanting more than just a simple answer, eyes tired but curious more than usual. “Don’t you want someone waiting for you when this whole piracy thing is over?” He was quiet for a long moment, then he turned, leaning in until their faces were just inches apart.
“What if I already found someone?” He murmured.
There was a small hitch of (Y/n)'s breath, his eyes wide as he hesitated from making the first move, instead, Zoro leaned forward, lips on soft ones. The kiss was slow and clumsy at first as neither had experience. Mouths tasting of alcohol and something sweeter, his hand cupped (Y/n)’s jaw, rough thumb tracing the edge of his lips.
(Y/n)'s hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. Zoro groaned softly, the tension in his body easing up as it's been building for months finally unraveling. It wasn’t rushed, it was grounding. It left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart. Zoro leaned his forehead against his, eyes closed.
Neither had said anything, only sadisfied that they had finally grew into something more than friendship.
The sixth time Zoro fell in love, it was more intense. For the first time, it was when (Y/n) let him see everything.
These passed few months were surprisingly normal, except there was more of lingering touches, secret kisses happening between when the others weren't looking though the (h/c) was convinced that Robin knew something with her knowing smiles and lingering stares. It made him feel a little nervous about it but shrugged it off.
Zoro eventually became more comfortable into cuddling, sometimes it lead more than just simple kisses and hugs.
Tonight, it would be different.
"...Are you sure?" (Y/n) asked, voice low, fingers twisting nervously at the hem of his shirt. His eyes flicked to the bathtub where Zoro already sat, steam curling around his broad frame, water sloshing faintly around his waist. He grunted, his eyes sliding open to meet his. “I wouldn’t be asking if I was uncomfortable.”
That made him swallow, heart beating faster. It wasn’t the bath itself, it was what it meant. What it would show. What it would confirm.
He nodded anyway.
He turned around to undress, slow and silent, folding his clothes neatly even though his hands were sweating. His scars were old, some faded, some jagged and cruel. His chest was soft and more flatter after training more, still, his chest wasn't completely gone, the feeling of dysphoria continues to happen, but it was him and Zoro would see all of it now.
He covered his chest instinctively as he stepped into the tub, the warm water lapping at his skin as he sat beside him, close enough to feel his shoulders. His head was tilted slightly downward, avoiding eye contact. Suddenly, he felt a large hand reached under the water, fingers brushing gently against (Y/n)’s knee. Zoro didn’t say anything, letting the touch speak louder than any words could.
(Y/n)’s arms loosened the grip around his chest, hesitantly dropping to his sides, thankfully his knees covering everything. Zoro’s gaze didn’t roam in a way that felt invasive, it lingered with some parts like freckles or moles. He reached out, cupping his hip, thumb brushing over his skin.
He exhaled slowly.
Zoro leaned in, the water shifting around them as he pressed their foreheads together. The kiss that followed caused their bodies to become warm, steam rising around them like a cocoon. Hands explored under the water, hesitant at first, then with more confidence, fingers learning the shape of love in a way only the swordsman could, fingers brushing up softly against his core. He kissed (Y/n)’s neck softly, occasionally leaving some love bites, listening to every whimpers, every gasp and groans.
There was nothing else than just Zoro cradling him, strong hands holding him together even in his most bare form. When they were tangled in the warmth, breathless and flushed, he held him from behind, arms secure around his waist, lips continuing to brush the side of his neck.
And for the first time in a long time, (Y/n) felt confident in himself.
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zzzssleeping · 4 months ago
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Soft Love
Monster Trio x gn reader
The monster trio dating a chubby s/o.
Fluff, slightly suggestive, bisexual Sanji, reader being called "beautiful."
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-> We all know Luffy loves food, he steals from everyone, with you? He shares. If you're eating, he's nearby, asking for bites. Cooking? He's there for a taste like a starving puppy. He notices if you’re eating less too, he assumes you’re not hungry, but the second he gets suspicious, he's putting an extra food on your plate.
That being said, he doesn’t understand body insecurities, like at all. Sees you frowning at yourself, he flops onto you dramatically, blinking up at you with confusion. "Oi, don’t make that face!" He huffs, catching you looking at yourself in the mirror with a expression that Luffy knows all too well.
"Luffy, I'm changing!" You scolded after he barged in without warning, making you jump.
You made sure to quickly hide yourself with a towel that seemed almost too small to cover certain parts. He didn't seem to care, not caring about your growing embarrassment. He walked forward to poke your cheeks, trying to make you laugh.
He doesn’t get why you'd ever feel anything but perfect, because to him, you are.
-> He absolutely adores your body. Luffy never understood why people make a big deal about weight. To him, you’re soft, warm, and comfortable. He takes full advantage, draping himself like a lazy cat whenever he gets the chance. It doesn't matter where you are or what you’re doing, if he wants to cuddle, best believe he's finding a way to relax with you.
-> Speaking of cuddling, he is loves it. When he’s feeling lazy, he tackles you onto the nearest soft surface, bed, couch, deck, or even a random tree. Try to move? He stretches his arms and pulls you right back, pouting. "You’re my pillow," he mumbles, nuzzling into you, try to get up, he’ll trail after you anyway, sticking like glue.
Congrats, your body is officially Luffy’s personal nap spot. Whether he's actually asleep or lazing around, he needs to have some part of him resting on you. His favorite spot? Thighs. "So soft…I’m never moving again," he groans, dozing off. Be careful, once he has you, getting free is impossible.
-> The first time he picked you up, you were shocked, but let’s be real, this man is strong. He lifted boulders, fought warlords, and punched a celestial dragon into next week. Carrying you? Easy. He'll throw you over his shoulder, cradle you in his arms, or even piggyback you for fun.
-> Having chubby cheeks is absolute chaos. Luffy will squish them, poke them, and, his favorite, take exaggerated ‘bites’ only because they look soft. He’s always tugging at your cheeks until you scold him, he grins innocently before peppering your face with kisses, making you forget why you were mad at him.
-> He gets defensive when people comment on your body, whether it's positive or negative. Someone tries to insult you, he might not catch on quickly, and once he does? He shuts that down. "Huh?! You must be blind, they’re perfect just the way they are!" He says it with so much confidence that the person usually backs off.
In a different scenario when someone flirts with you, complimenting your appearance? Yeah, he notices after a while. And he gets pouty. He doesn’t like people getting too friendly with you.
He'll probably watch for a split second between you and the person who seems way too close for comfort, catching the lingering stares, soft touch, confused on why the sudden interest in you, wasn't it obvious that you were taken? So, he’ll wrap his arms around you, tugging you against his chest with a mischievous grin.
"Oi, get your own!" He yells suddenly, sticking his tongue out like a brat before wanting to suddenly leave, tugging you to go someplace else.
-> His hands wander, running his fingers over your stomach, your hips, thighs, liking how soft and plush you feel under his touch. He’ll grin as he gives your sides a playful squeeze, kissing your skin like he can’t get enough of you. If you have a ticklish spot? He’s not letting that go, poking at it just to hear you laugh.
His hands always find their way to your thighs. He squeezes them, sometimes even buries his face between just because, not noticing the way you squirm.
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-> Zoro isn’t the type to shower you with compliments, his actions speak for themselves. He’s a quiet admirer. You’ll catch him staring, his eyes lingering anywhere, watching the way you move. If you question on it, he’ll grumble, “nothin’...” and look away, but the red on his ears betrays him every time.
-> Like Luffy, he loves how soft you are. After years of training, his body being nothing but muscle, he enjoys the way you feel. Once the two of you get comfortable, his rough hands are always running over your skin, tracing lazy circles. Your body grounds him, makes him feel at ease.
-> He can fall asleep anywhere, now with you, you’re the ultimate comfort. He'll quietly put his head onto your lap, arms crossed, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Lying in bed together? Good luck trying to move, he pulls you against him, trapping you in his warmth. Try to wiggle, he tightens his hold with a quiet grunt. “Stay put.”
He secretly loves when you sit in his lap and Zoro acts like it’s no big deal, though the way his hands are on your hips says otherwise. You ever hesitate, he pulls you down himself, muttering with annoyance, “sit down. You’re not gonna break me, idiot.” Unlike most people, he enjoys feeling your weight on him.
-> Zoro is protective of his crew. With you? It’s on a whole different level. Anyone makes a rude comment, they’re getting the glare that makes people rethink their existence. He doesn’t tolerate any disrespect. Ever. Or you handle the situation, knocking someone down and standing your ground, his arms crossed with approval. “Hmph, not bad.”
He respects your strength, no matter your size. Once you start training with him, don’t expect him to go easy on you, he watches you push yourself, offering blunt but encouraging words. “You’re tougher than half the guys I’ve fought.” By some miracle, you manage to knock him down, he’s grinning.
-> When it comes to intimacy, which would take months, maybe years, Zoro makes sure you know you belong to him. He isn’t one for flowery words, the love bites he leaves all over your body speak volumes. He takes his time, kissing, sucking, grazing his teeth along your skin, humming in satisfaction when you make the sweetest noises for him.
-> Doesn’t matter who you are, you take control, don't be surprised when he's turned on. Try to push him down or straddle him, his usual smug confidence cracks slightly before he smirks, gripping your waist and pulling you even closer.
“Takin’ charge, huh?” He says with a grin. He’ll let you have your fun, for now. Don’t get the idea that you can control him because the second you get too cocky, he flips you over effortlessly, pinning you down.
Manhandling? Yes. Zoro knows he’s strong, and he’s not afraid to use it. Try to resist his teasing, he easily picks you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you onto the bed with ease. He lives when your breath hitches, the wide-eyed look you give him right before he cages you beneath him. Yeah. He enjoys making you flustered just as much as he enjoys having his way with you.
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-> From the moment you two met, Sanji was captivated. Your softness, your stomach, the way you carry yourself, it drives him wild. But it’s not just your body he loves; he worships it, treating you like you’re the most divine being he’s ever laid eyes on.
He constantly compliments you, and not just flattery, his words are detailed, spoken with pure devotion. “Mon amour, do you have any idea how absolutely stunning you look today? Magnifique!” He never lets a day go by without reminding you how breathtaking you are because, frankly, he can’t help himself.
-> Sanji spoils you rotten. Cooking your favorite meals, giving you massages, doting on you, he lives to take care of you. You eat the food he makes, he’s in heaven. He watches you with his chin in his hand, heart-shaped eyes glowing as he sighs dreamily. Knowing you’re taking care of yourself, relaxing and enjoying life, brings him so much joy.
-> That said, he can be a bit much. If you’re not eating, he notices immediately. His brows furrow, then suddenly, he’s working harder than ever, determined to make you the best meal you’ve ever had. He won’t pressure you, he’ll gently encourage you. “Please, mon amour. Just one bite?” He knows it’s not always easy, but that’s why he’s here, to help, every step of the way.
-> If you lean more toward the masculine side, Sanji tries to stay calm. He still gets a little crazy over you, even though he treats most men more colder. As time passes, he becomes more comfortable with his sexuality, he stops holding back. He blushes when he compliments you, shyly ducking his head when he sets a plate of your favorite food. It’s a quieter affection.
-> In bed? Sanji is a worshipper. Your body is a masterpiece, and he treats it like one, his hands on your skin, his lips following, whispering sweet nothings. He doesn’t just want to make you feel good; he wants you to know how beautiful you are.
His favorite part of you? Your stomach. He’s obsessed. His hands constantly resting there, his lips trailing over your skin, nuzzling against you like it’s the most comforting place in the world. If you’re insecure about it, he gets angry. “How could you ever think something so perfect isn’t beautiful?”
Don’t think for a second that Sanji isn’t a tease. He loves pushing you to the edge, kissing you everywhere except where you want him to, smirking when you get impatient. Hearing you whimper his name drives him insane. He’ll take his sweet time, making you beg before finally giving in.
Yet, no matter how intense things get, he’s always gentle. Every reaction, he memorizes it all. And if there’s anything you don’t like, he stops immediately. That’s how much he cares. Sanji makes sure, in every possible way, that you know just how adored you are.
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zzzssleeping · 6 months ago
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𝑆𝑁𝑂𝑂𝑍𝐸 (masterlist)
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#Bleach
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
#Demon Slayer
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
#Haikyuu
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
#JJK
Bound by Power - fluff
>> Roymen Sukuna x m reader
#Knb
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
#Mha
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
#One Piece
Soft Love - fluff
>> Monster Trio x gn reader
Six Times Zoro Fell in Love - fluff
>> Roronoa Zoro x ftm reader
#Other
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
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- SERIES ?
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤. . .
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zzzssleeping · 6 months ago
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. . .𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑵
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ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 "𝐳" ☆ 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑧𝑒 ꐦ
ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ? -> 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 ! 𝐇𝐞/𝐇𝐢𝐦
𝘍𝘵𝘮/𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 💤 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 !
𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 1∅∅, 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑒𝑡𝑐
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