ngl i love seeing the jjk fandom go from clowning choso to absolutely loving him now. two years ago my poor baby was being made fun of for his eye bags so bad
working on a taiju shiba fic but.. idk how i feel about dropping a fic for him when it would likely be the only fic i write for tokyo revengers.
at the same time feeling super discouraged and hesitant to keep writing since my last fic sucked ass (i can say that bc i wrote it lmfao) simply don’t have the same level of confidence in my writing as a few years ago
summary: you wished to die at the hands of Sukuna. instead, he'd rather force you to endure an eternal hell.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of death and torture, blood and injury, non-consensual sex, anal sex, rough sex, double penetration
word count: 2,861
“Oi, I’m dying of thirst here.”
As a servant of the four-armed curse, carrying out his demands were the only time you had to yourself but you didn’t have any peace while doing so.
Sukuna’s other servants were only allowed to stay within the bounds of their living and working zones, which were completely sectioned off from his shrine and living areas, where you had sole access to. They didn’t bump heads with Sukuna as long as their tasks were always completed, leaving him no reason to claim more lives unless he was just in the mood to do so. They were grateful to survive his slaughter but only because they didn’t serve him personally. Truthfully, they lived a much less troubled life than you.
You didn’t pay any mind because you weren’t like them, they were sheep and you pitied them for it. The differing in mindsets are the very reason you ended up secluded from them. Feeling gratitude towards Sukuna was something you’d never resonate with. One thing hadn’t changed since the day you were dragged here— your wish to die. You’re weren’t grateful to be alive. The thought of your bones scattered messily around his shrine, mixed in the piles of countless other victims, was a charity you dreamed of.
Your battered figure showcased the countless futile acts of rebellion against Sukuna. Bruises and scabs both new and old. Several fractured bones in different healing stages. You were a mere mangled skeleton, hanging onto life while he continuously pushed you to the brink of death. Recovery would require ample rest, a nutritionally balanced diet and free time; three luxuries of which you received the bare minimum.
Sukuna watched as you limped back to his throne. You disrobed before heading up the steps of his shrine, one of many humiliating rules you had to follow when around him. Holding the chalice out for him to grab, your other arm covered your breast from his sight.
“Here.”
He signaled for you to step closer, looking over every battered inch of your body.
“I’ll reiterate the orders you’re already aware of. Abide by keeping yourself completely uncovered in my presence.”
A calloused hand reached out to uncover you and you flinched backwards, opting to uncover your chest and avoid his touch. Utter dread and disgust flowed through you at the hum of approval he made. Much to his annoyance, you shoved the chalice closer for him to grab, triggering him to think you were testing him at this point.
Sukuna’s lower arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you between his legs. A third hand rested on the small of your back and his last free hand grabbed the drink from you. He pushed for a reaction as he poured the frigid water over you, tossing the chalice aside afterwards. The metal clanked against the mountain of bones as it fell down. Liquid dripped down your collarbone, then between the valley of your breasts before he lapped it up. The entire time, ruby eyes never abandoned your disturbed glare, arms keeping you firmly in place. You stood frozen in complete shock being that he never showed sexual interest in you prior. He licked a drop of liquid from the curve of your breast until his mouth met your nipple, sucking harshly, not releasing when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and attempted to yank him away from you. Pulling tufts of his hair only made him growl against your skin, the powerful vibrations giving you goosebumps.
“Quit it, asshole! You’re fucking disgusting.”
Sukuna ignored your angry pleas, shushing you with firm nips against your breast, two of his hands palmed your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, his nails digging into your skin. A hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to stare at him furiously as he forced a hand between your thighs. You began punching him with clenched fists for a moment, soon halting as the nips against your breast turned to warning bites.
His calloused fingers entered you forcefully, the grip against your throat tightening. With no slick to minimize the sting it felt like his long nails were scratching your walls. Your breathing was irregular. Eyes blinked tears away. Humiliated was truly an understatement. He curled his fingers inside you, his tongue taking turns licking and sucking each breast. At this moment you preferred for him to strike you, all you could think of was how much better it would’ve felt instead of him having his way with you. Your own body betrayed you when he spanked your cheeks again, cunt becoming slick, finally aiding him in pumping his fingers inside you. He laughed cynically, considering this a win.
“Well, that’s enough fun for one day.”
Sukuna’s arms withdrew from you completely and you fumbled backwards before gaining balance. His latest way of screwing with you left you bewildered.
“Fun?”
“It was fun for me. You’ve finally served a real purpose around here. I’ve been far too easy with you.”
“You consider this… easy?!” You shouted, gesturing to your battered condition.
He got up and stood in front of you, moving a stray hair from your face with a manipulative gentleness that caused you to feel nauseous.
“Compared to what’s coming, yes.”
Prior, the cruel beatings he gave you seemed to quell his sadistic nature. You considered yourself lucky for making it so long without being sexually tainted by his conniving hands. It was only a matter of time before that wouldn’t suffice anymore, considering he’s a heedless man, having desires that only benefitted himself.
Later that evening, you laid on the concrete beside Sukuna’s bed, head rested on a dingy pillow while you were wrapped in a thin bloodied sheet Sukuna tossed at you one night to use as a tourniquet. He laid back with his legs sprawled out, 2 arms crossed behind his head while the other two held the book he was reading. A blanket covered his groin area since he often slept unclothed. You never understood the unexplained mouth on his stomach, but it did match the oddity of the plank on half his face. His bed was overly dressed in bedding— plush blankets and an obnoxious amount of pillows; insane for a man who barely washed the blood off from his victims. You can count on one hand the times you were able to grant yourself a nap on his bed while he was out during the day. Those short lived slumbers were never enough to compensate for your overall lack of sleep, but they were still worth every minute.
You hated the pity mindset but one question always lingered. ‘Why me?’ Sukuna quite literally, in his horrific nature, had a fan-club of servants who doted over him. They’d jump at the chance to be one of his toys even considering he’d destroyed everything that mattered to them. Who knew whether it was the desire for a change in routine, Stockholm syndrome, or the need to be validated in some twisted way. Whatever the reason, you’d happily trade places with them. They had liberties you couldn’t get your hands on, as simple as raggedy blankets and bedsheets they’d found on an inventory run, or the opportunity to cook their own meals and not be watched over while they enjoyed. Sukuna could have eyes everywhere if he wanted but there was no need. In a way, he destroyed their world and rebuilt it all at once. Their price to pay was far less than yours.
When the silence of the night was replaced by Sukuna’s throaty breathing— a sign that he fell into slumber; that was your cue to crawl over and rest your head against his mattress. It was easier to deal with neck strain the following day than sleep with that poor excuse of a pillow you felt the concrete floor through. You shifted to your comfort, determined to get some rest and move back to your space before he woke up.
Atleast, that was the plan.
Sukuna normally slept like the dead. Was it the sigh of relief you briefly let out before shutting your eyes? Had you accidentally made too much movement? He sat upright and glanced over at you. There was an uncanny aura that didn’t sit right with you. You barely had a moment to shuffle away.
“What is it you’re doing?”
A lump of fear settled in your throat. Instead of talking through it, you just stared blankly at him. You realized this was the stupidest time to have been caught. After he pushed your boundaries earlier, you didn’t know what to expect.
The corners of his mouth turned upwards forming a sinister grin, his head tilting slightly. Sukuna leaned in closer, going as far as motioning with his hands for you to get up. You hesitated, the disgust of earlier setting in.
“Absolutely not.”
Sukuna cupped your jaw in his hand, painfully squeezing your cheeks.
“In case that wasn’t clear, I wasn’t asking for permission.”
You tried to fight back the tears that flooded your tear ducts, recalling the way he violated you earlier.
“NO! No, no, no no. Leave me the hell alone. I’ll go back on the floor, I only rested my head for a moment. Fuck this.”
The response wasn’t like your normal self. You panicked, over-explained, let that tough guard down and basically begged. He soaked it all in, realizing the physical aspect of humiliating you was your breaking point. Had he known this all along, he would’ve pushed you this far long ago.
He released his grip from your face and watched you expectantly. There wasn’t a justifiable reason for Sukuna to accommodate you.
“You’ve got two seconds to decide whether I break several bones before having my way with you.”
You were one knee onto the bed before he stopped you, pointing at the sheet still wrapped around your body.
“Nuh uh. You know better than to bring that dirty rag with you.”
The order of being nude in his presence was firm, the only time you were clothed was when leaving his shrine to fetch food or drinks, or on the rare occasion he brought you outside. You let go of the sheet and glanced between your spot on the floor and his bed. Sighing when you felt the fabric drape onto your feet, you climbed under the covers, keeping distance between you two.
Sukuna’s bed was plush, comfortable, and warm. It molded to your form, melting away the tension in your body. The feeling of comfort was distant but familiar— similar to hugs from your family and the recipes your mom only made during holidays. You were so foolishly desperate that you categorized this as nearly the same, turning to lay on your side to hide the softening in your features when you reminisced.
You waited… and waited patiently some more, hoping to hear Sukuna’s breathing turn ragged. There was no point in rolling over to confirm he was still awake, you followed the same routine nightly and knew when he’d fallen into a slumber. It was clear he wanted to initiate when you least expected it and although you were anxious and feeling uneasy, the pure exhaustion outweighed that.
Unaware of how much time passed, Sukuna’s heavy weight shifted quickly, waking you up as your body sunk deeper into the mattress. His arms wrapped around and pulled you flush to him, propping your lower back to flush against the disgusting mouth on his stomach. In that moment the defeat from earlier washed away. You felt repulsed again, the small nap reigniting the fight in you.
You did everything you could to fend him off while in his hold— kicking your heels into his shins, biting his forearm until he bled, even somehow managing to land an uppercut to his face after elbowing him in the ribs. Pretty impressive considering he laid behind you. These efforts barely phased him but he did opt to let you go, watching deviously as you skittered across the room, clearly out of breath already. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for anything to use against him but there wasn’t anything that would’ve assisted you in the slightest.
Sukuna scooted out the bed and to your dismay, you realized much like the rest of his body— he had additional parts, two dicks. The trepidation across your face that was to blame for why he was so hard. Clearly you had gotten too comfortable with the beatings and humiliation that you previously anticipated all his moves and prepared yourself for the worst. Today was different. His pent up energy couldn’t be ignored, he planned to fuck you until your fighting spirit was completely pulverized. Until he loathed how you’d writhe under him.
Your mind just raced in the moments leading up to him standing before you. It got worse as each day passed here. Everyday more daunting than the previous one. The devil himself wouldn’t even grant you something as simple as death, the very thing he handed out so easily.
Sukuna towered over you and his size alone was alarming. Long nails dug into your cheeks when he grabbed your chin in a cupping position, holding your mouth open. Your attempts to jerk away from his grasp only caused him to tighten his grip, causing unbearable pain against your jaw. Two fingers slipped into your mouth, coating themselves in saliva. They tasted awful, like metallic, making you gag when he pulled them out. He used your saliva to coat both the tip of his cocks in slick before coming closer— two heads poking against your abdomen.
The last thing you remembered was the grunt he made after you kneed him in the groin. It must’ve hurt even the slightest because he backed away for a moment before punching you right in the temple.
If the ringing in your head wasn’t a clear confirmation that you were knocked out, the new position definitely was. Your face grazed against the cold concrete floor with every one of Sukuna’s thrusts from behind. There were too many sensations going on and none of them were enjoyable.
The sting against your ass as he smacked it, the burning stretch in both your holes, your knees scraping against the ground. He was enjoying every moment, the noises eliciting from him almost similar to the excitement expressed when he wreaked havoc on lives. The raggedy sheet and thin pillow you used were close by. You found yourself reaching for them as your tears dripped onto the ground, alerting him that you were awake.
Sukuna pulled out and pushed your body flat against the floor. The ache between your legs was barely more comfortable than a few moments ago. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you to the side, flipping you onto your back and pushing your knees to your shoulders. There was a sick look in his eyes that you tried to avoid, focused instead on arching your back away from the discomfort of the cold concrete that felt paralyzing.
He lined himself up with both your holes before leaning in, pushing swiftly when you tried to inch away. The way your body practically invited him back in made you wonder how much time had passed while you were knocked out before. Either he had repeatedly snuffed you out whenever you came to and had been fucking you for a while now, or he stretched your holes rough enough to accommodate him so easily. Whatever the case, you wished he was done soon. Having four arms meant he was able to firmly hold you down while continuing to please himself even if you tried to fend him off.
The need to break you kept him hard, kept him cumming inside you, across your body, time and time again, switching positions all throughout the ordeal while you gritted your teeth and took it. It wasn’t that you weren’t defeated, because you clearly were. However, Sukuna wasn’t satisfied yet because you hadn’t succumbed to behaving like a sheep. You weren’t crying in pain under him, or pleading for your life. What was the use? He wasn’t going to grant you anything and you’d like to keep the last shred of dignity you owned. This wasn’t something he came across often.
Sukuna now stood behind you, your breast pressed against the wall while he plowed into you from behind. Your knees buckled ever so often, heavy breathing also a sign you were worn out. The firm grip he had on you didn’t allow you to fall to the ground. Any pain you felt in your holes were now subdued, a great deal of slick contributed only by his cum. A sharp tug of your hair forced you to look at him from your peripheral. Sukuna tutted his teeth.
“I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”
You spit on the ground. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”
You recalled the hardship that brought you so far in life only to prove useless. What point was the fire in you when you’d never make it out of this eternal hell?
my love for writing never died, life is just constantly kicking my ass. writing again the last few days really reminded me of how much happiness comes from it. currently digging in the WIP folder for something nearly completed that only needs minor tweaks/editing.
holy fuck i was gonna keep this quiet since i haven’t been interactive on here besides posting but… i finally met my fav writer AND person in the whole wide world, @absolute-flaming-trash. a year and a half later and all it took was a spontaneous decision and 3 planes to get here.
hi gorgeous. congratulations on 500! your work is phenomenal and beyond deserving of the recognition you receive. please preserve your brain for us. seriously, your writing is an oxygen source when it’s not taking our breath away.
forgive me if my info on this match up is awful but i can’t pass up the opportunity on your opinion 🥺 my personality type is: INFJ-T. i would consider myself an introvert who loves to do extroverted things with people i like being around until the social battery dies out. i run on emotions and sometimes it’s hard to listen to logic, so i definitely consider myself a brat. in a partner i enjoy someone who’s spontaneous, humorous, caring, kindhearted, protective and someone who means well but can be too rough and passionate (without being abusive). there’s a prominent sweet side to me and a more cold, guarded side. things that would make me guarded and cold towards my partner are instability, not feeling heard, not being able to express myself without being judged or feeling like i can’t be who i am around them. things my partner can count on me for are romantic gestures, being unjudgemental and supportive, remembering the little things about them, always trying to fix their problems, being a listening ear when needed, and being someone who isn’t afraid to fight for the relationship when things aren’t perfect. you can say i have “i can fix them” syndrome with my partners. however i’m not a pushover. i might cry while or after going off on my partner but they will hear when something is wrong.
that was… a lot? i hope it wasn’t too much of a novel. p.s i’m pansexual and would love for you to pick someone from the jjk fandom :)
Hiiii bb 💛
Thank you so very much, you're an absolute treasure yourself! And your info isn’t awful, there’s plenty to work with!!
What attracted them to you:
The introvert who loves to do extrovert things? You had him at that alone. He’ll take that and run, and the fact you would appreciate his spontaneous nature just makes that all the better.
And above all else you understand. You understand that because of the power he holds, he can be a little rough sometimes - but it’s never meant out of a bad place. Everything about you is just too good to be true for someone like him, so if you were initially standoff-ish to him, unknowingly you’d make the brewing obsession all the worse.
He’s the one who is used to having his pick of the pack. The fact you’d play hard to get would just make it so much more interesting.
How they got to you:
He’d be relentless in his pursuit of you. He’d know everything you’d admire in a partner, and he’d know he possesses damn near all of them, so saying he’d go out of his way to do things for you is an understatement.
There is a point where “chivalrous” and “funny” becomes “weird” and “fucking creepy”, though, and if he ever sensed the winds change in that regard, you would be snatched up faster than you could ever blink.
He wouldn’t see the issue, you two got along so wonderfully beforehand. Plus he would definitely listen to your cries on what he is doing wrong, since that’s what good boyfriends do.
However following through with them is another matter entirely. After he knows what’s best, since he is the best.
summary: a man who partook in the slayings that claimed the lives of innocent people broke into your house in the dead of the night with the intention of residing there.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of death and torture, blood and injury, dubious-consensual sex, overstimulation
word count: 2,678
Faint noises of movement coming from downstairs in the living room woke you from your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out your eyes, squinting at the cable box to read the time. 2:17 A.M. ‘It’s just Mittens,’ you thought to yourself while scooting out of bed, clad in only panties and a t-shirt. That crazy cat of yours was always up to no good during weird hours. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep if you didn’t make sure.
Light from the living room television downstairs could be seen illuminating the area from the top of the steps where you stood. Panic finally set in when you heard the refrigerator door slam, followed by heavy steps that halted soon after. ‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’ Whoever was inside your house decided to watch the news and enjoy your beer. They cracked open a can and gulped the liquid down, burping loudly, the sound of aluminum rattling against the floor when they tossed it aside.
Emergency services were dialed on your phone, ready to call at any moment. The smartest thing to do would be calling for help instantly but fear clouded rational decision making. You were careful while tip-toeing down the steps, poking your head out when you reached the bottom. Mittens was seated on the lap of a burly man dressed in a white tank top with what appeared to be bearskin lined shorts and boots.
“You’re real brave demandin’ pets from me,” the intruder taunted. His voice was husky, comparable to his appearance.
Surely this was a dream. You hoped you weren’t witnessing a stranger caressing Mittens while sitting on your couch. Blinking twice did nothing to change the scenario playing in front of your eyes. You counted to three before revealing yourself. 1… 2.. 3.
The grizzly man didn’t even flinch when he noticed you standing a few feet away from him. Your body was trembling, one hand gripping your phone tight with a finger hovering over the call button to alert the authorities.
“Hey! You need to leave my house now. I— I’m calling the police,” you shuddered, stumbling over your words in a small panicky voice.
He stood to his full height, a crazed smile blooming on his face that showcased large, pearly white teeth. You subconsciously stepped backwards as he walked towards you until you hit the wall. He reached for your cell phone, snatching it out of your hold with minimal effort.
“Quit complaining or I’ll shut you up permanently. Act like that little guy over there,” he expressed in a dry tone, pointing at Mittens who was licking his paw, completely unbothered. The giant man then snapped your phone in half between his thumb and index finger before dropping the pieces.
You didn’t know what was worse— him breaking into your home or the smug demeanor he displayed knowing you were no match for him. You felt paralyzed, every hair on your body standing tall in fear. With your mind racing a million miles per minute, your ears cancelled the voices of the news anchor in the background until the same message from earlier replayed.
‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’
The television displayed the face of the man standing in front of you. You crouched down, arms wrapped around your knees as you stared wide eyed at the floor.
The man generously granted you a few seconds before dragging you across the floor by your wrist towards the sofa, springs creaking when his full weight shifted onto it. He tugged your wrist upwards, instructing you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh with his opposite hand.
“Easy now, there’s no use in fighting,” he taunted with a raised brow.
The feeling of utter defeat washed over you as you sat on his oversized lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was a gruff guy but definitely not an eyesore.
“Name’s Uvogin. What about you, little lady?”
Calloused finger pads traced circles in your back while he waited patiently for your response. He sighed, accepting you weren’t going to answer, “Whatever. You’ll tell me eventually.”
The wall clock read 3:48 A.M.
An entire hour and a half had passed since you were woken up. Even though the man, now known as Uvogin, was warm and encompassing, that didn’t allow you to melt into his hold immediately. You simply existed, taking up room on his lap next to Mittens who was sleeping on his shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed there was no rush from him to make you speak or return unwilling affection. He scrolled through the television channels, settling on a late night sitcom that made him stifle his laughter to prevent Mittens from waking up. How cute, an intruder being considerate of your overly trusting cat.
The discomfort and fear eventually took a backseat, letting fatigue consume you. Maybe it was Uvogin’s ragged breathing as he was in and out of a nap, or how he smirked at you with low lidded eyes. You were unsure of what made you think it was okay to lean your head against his free shoulder. Both Uvogin and Mittens were resting so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the same.
A rocking motion stirred you out your sleep, the feeling of something thick grinding against your clothed cunt languidly. You barely opened your eyes when you registered exactly what was happening. Uvogin’s hands were gripping your ass, rocking your hips against his shaft. He groaned in approval and although he wasn’t buried inside of you, the friction was enough to work him up. Based on the slick, warm feeling of wet fabric clinging to your folds— you’d definitely soaked through your panties. Every ridge of his cock teased your clit precisely enough that it was clear he had released himself from his pants during some point of your slumber. The body has two reactions when you’re in the presence of something terrifying. Fight or flight. You’d come to the realization that breaking out of this man’s hold would be impossible without a fight but still, your attacks would be powerless in comparison so that wasn’t really an option either.
You stirred gently in his grasp to indicate that you had woken up. Without hesitation Uvogin leaned in for a kiss, his lips instantly overtaking yours. Less than a minute after, his tongue pried it’s way into your mouth and yours became sore from trying to keep up with his strong, overpowering pace. After a few minutes, Uvogin thought you were separating from the kiss for air. It made sense in his mind so he was completely taken off guard when you leaned your head backwards and head-butted him in his mouth. He was left with bloodied lips and much to your dismay, his grip on you didn’t let up in the slightest. The man smiled wickedly, showcasing blood-stained teeth.
“A fighter huh? Just my type!”
Uvogin turned the television off before kicking off his boots and heading upstairs with you settled around his waist, your hands clawing at his chest and occasionally slapping him across the face. Once in your bedroom, he tossed you onto your bed and proceeded to close the window, every step he took shaking the foundation of your house. The nearest object to you was a candle on your nightstand. You threw it, aiming for his head but he caught it mid air, setting it beside the windowsill. He began completely ridding himself of his pants, revealing his entire length that was colossal in size. You weren’t an idiot, it was clear where things were headed when the bed shifted underneath his weight.
“That little stunt you pulled will cost you. It’s still going to hurt anyway, that’s how it is with a guy like me.”
The night moon casted a shadow that made him resemble a monster; his teeth shining as he loomed over you. He was grinning from ear to ear like a predator who finally captured their prey. You were reminded again that up close, the man wasn’t as uneasy to look at… aside from the busted lip, courtesy of you. Hazel eyes. Pointed nose. Chiseled jaw. It was a shame you only met him through these circumstances.
The obvious comprehension you were outmatched in all sense of the word coaxed you to lift your hips as he peeled your panties off, tossing them aside afterwards.
“Deep breath, alright?”
He waited patiently for you to inhale deeply before pushing a single finger inside your cunt. The stretch was far more than you’d felt by your own fingers and even those of other partners. Bunching the sheets up into your fists, you tried ignoring the sting between your legs while he worked you open but your whines slipped out into the once tensely quiet room.
Uvogin attentively watched you for any sign of excruciating pain, knowing he had to take things slowly with you because of his size. However, having a woman panting heavily while clenching around him really tested the little patience he had. By the time he added a second finger inside, circular white flashes of arousal shrouded your vision. You arched your back because of the pleasure, wordlessly appreciating his dexterity while he drilled into you until he was knuckle deep, watching you mewl and grip his forearm as you came quicker than ever before.
He pulled out of you and examined his slick covered fingers before stroking his aching cock languidly. The need to take you right then and there was at an all time high; in his mind there wasn’t a single point in waiting longer. You took him by surprise when you took your shirt off and spread your legs wider for him, positioning your knees by your shoulders and reaching out for him to fill the space between you two.
Acting hastily was your biggest regret. He lined himself up with your slick heat, pressing his bulbous head against your entrance that wasn’t inviting to his size. How he was going to fit inside you was a mystery that would soon be uncovered. Uvogin gritted his teeth and sunk his erection into you inch by agonizing inch, hissing at how tight you were. Your heart was beating so heavily the vibrations drummed against your ears, drowning out the sound of him muttering what you could only predict was concern. His thrusts were short and powerful; the main goal being to bury himself inside you at a humane pace. You hiccuped in a sweaty daze until he was fully sheathed in your plush walls, stroking your cheek as a meek attempt of comforting you.
The position you were in had to be one of the least forgiving of them all. Majority of Uvogin’s weight snapped against the underneath of your thighs, knocking the air out your lungs from the driving force behind his ministrations. That’s not to say he didn’t feel slightly guilty since you and Mittens had been more obedient than expected but right now, this was about his pleasure so he blissfully ignored the look of exhaustion across your fucked out face. It didn’t help there was little for you to ground yourself with, making you reach out for him. When he leaned forward with hands on either side of your head, his body forced yours deeper into the mattress. The scent radiating off him was a blend of musk and blood. Disgusting, really, considering he hadn’t even washed off after committing crimes, your home most likely the location he immediately retreated to afterwards. Regardless, the monstrous cock your walls struggled to adjust around pushed the feeling of revulsion out of mind.
Uvogin continued to stuff your tight heat to its expanse at an unyielding pace, pressure finally breaking the tight coil that was inescapable. He formed a grin as he watched your body submit to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your orgasm quickly transitioning from pleasant to overstimulating in a matter of seconds. Throaty grunts escaped him as his end came right after yours, his length pulsing in your walls; coating your womb with the lust he held back while on business. A few more slow strokes and he then pulled out of you, his throbbing member twitching while it rested against your stomach, leaking remnant strings of cum against your soft skin. You both made out vehemently, hands firmly gripping one another while you came down from your high, only separating from the kiss after you were completely out of breath.
You excused yourself from the bedroom to clean yourself up, cranking the shower on to wash off and mull over the events that took place. Uvogin didn’t barge in as you expected, which gave you plenty of time to gather your thoughts before the water ran cold. The house was too quiet when you stepped out of the bathroom… ‘Maybe he fell asleep,’ you guessed.
A wave of disappointment ran through you when you realized he was no longer in your house. Evidentially based on your bedroom window that was wide open, it was clear he must’ve exited through there. It was 5:14 A.M, the sun hadn’t come up yet and your encounter with him went by faster than you imagined it would. You should’ve felt relieved and safe knowing he was gone but you slammed the window shut with enough force to prove that you were bothered by his unannounced exit. There was no time to ponder on his whereabouts when you were exhausted yourself. Mittens settled next to you as you got into bed, the two of you falling sound asleep within minutes.
The sound of a loud thump against the floor woke you yet again, a repeated offense you were tired of. Mittens peeked his head up curiously. The sun was up, shining across Uvogin who closed the window behind himself, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and a case of beer on his shoulder. You sat up, blinking repeatedly. “W— what the fuck? Why are you here… again?”
Uvogin responded blatantly in a volume too loud for the early hour, “I went to steal the essentials since I’ll be livin’ here. Beer for me, food for the cat and ice cream for the lady!” He tossed the plastic bag onto your bed before placing the case of beer on the floor. You emptied the contents of the bag, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he sat down. “Didn’t know which flavors you liked so I got them all.”
You stacked the cans of food for Mittens, impressed that Uvogin managed to pick out the exact brand you normally buy. He probably spotted them in your cupboard when he initially broke in or he just had an eye for grabbing the most expensive option on the shelf. The curious cat stepped closer to examine the tower, sniffing it before knocking it over with a firm nudge of his head. Uvogin laughed boisterously, scratching underneath Mittens chin; instantly winning the cats heart and therefore yours too. You sorted through the pints of ice cream he picked and all the flavors were options you enjoyed. Smiling to yourself, you leaned forward and kissed his forehead before ushering the items back into the bag for you to put away downstairs. Uvogin yawned, getting up to take his boots off before pulling the blanket back to finally get some rest. Your voice stopped him before he got under the covers, “The name is Y/N. If you’re staying, go shower first big guy.” You offered in a tone accepting of him calling your place home.
Would you look at that, another gift I made for Chrimbus
Thank you, @forcefulkitten, for letting me post. Ilysm 💛💛💛
Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader
Yandere, Smut
Word Count: 6′943
Warnings: Dubcon, Predator/Prey kink, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Edging, Illumi being a sly motherfucker.
The Estate was honestly a really beautiful place.
It’s halls were always pristine, the artwork never crooked, and the plants decorating the rooms never had any dead leaves or petals under them.
It was beautiful… but boring. Painfully boring.
Illumi never let you do anything without him right there next to you. Any activities considered harmful or dangerous in his mind were automatically answered with a “no” when you asked to partake in them
So it was a pleasant surprise when he proposed something you considered fun that you had been wanting to do for a while out of the blue.
please take several moments to read this spicy fic, you won’t regret it.
thank you @absolute-flaming-trash, for blessing us with such lewdness. every time you write a fic i’m completely blown away, but you’ve murdered me with this one. for fucks sake, everything you write is gold 🥺🤍
author’s note: huge thank you to @absolute-flaming-trash for fueling this madness and being an amazing beta ♡
When the Donquixote family took over Dressrosa, you had two options: live and keep your job as a maid in the palace, or refuse and die. You chose the former. Honestly, not much had changed in your daily routine aside from the people you were catering to. They needed to be fed, their linen were to be cleaned then folded and the palace must be kept tidy.
Your coworkers didn’t adapt as easily as you. Two were slain in a fit of rage by the hands of a Donquixote family member over minor mistakes and the rest struggled with daily tasks due to anxiety and fear, which ultimately caused neglect towards important tasks. Tasks such as neatening the library of the palace, a duty that Trebol initially appointed with urgency.
A day after, when you realized your colleagues hadn’t gotten around to cleaning out the library yet, you headed to tackle the job yourself with various cleaning tools in hand. You were lucky Trebol hadn’t killed you and your workmates for not even starting the job yet and you certainly didn’t want to risk your life over it.
Bypassing the entrance of the main quarters where the Donquixote family always had their daily meetings, you continued walking down the left side of the hallway which lead you to the library door. The scent of old books already lingered in the air as your hand reached for the knob, turning it gently and stepping inside room. You leaned against the door with your eyes shut, mentally preparing yourself for the extra work when a voice cut you off.
“You’re late. This place was ordered to be cleaned yesterday.”
Your eyes shot open when you recognized the voice of Doflamingo, who sat in a chair on the far side of the room, nearest a window with the shades drawn just enough to provide light for him to read without straining his eyes in the dimmed lit room. On a table beside him, there was a bottle of wine along with an unfinished glass. Quite the relaxing set up.
Gesturing to a ladder on the opposite side of the room far away from him, you stammered, “Sorry, I’ll get to work over here.“
Doflamingo lifted his head from the book he was reading and looked in your direction, letting out a low hum to himself before demanding, “No, dust those off first.” He motioned toward the area in front of his direct view.
You bit your lip nervously as you hurried towards the bookshelf, cleaning tools rattling against the tin bucket so loudly it rung in your ears. Upon closer examination you realized that all of the books were dusty, albeit in pristine condition. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved. It felt like they were burning a hole in your back, and it made you shudder in fear. All common sense was out the window, you tried to ease the tension you felt by turning on your heels to ask, “Is there any in particular you’d like to read first?”
Doflamingo uncrossed his legs, scanning the shelves as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, “Fetch the ladder. Top shelf,” he ordered confidently.
Metal scraped against the polished wooden floor as you struggled to lug the ladder across the room, the annoying noise only coming to a stop after you positioned it where you thought it should be. ‘Top shelf is so vague’, you thought to yourself, already dreading the idea of having to ask Doflamingo to elaborate exactly which books he wanted on the top shelf which spanned across the circumference of the entire room. Without question, the man would probably correct you if you chose wrong so you decided not to inquire.
You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as you climbed up the ladder with a duster in hand. The ladder wasn’t the original one designed specifically to accommodate the upper shelves of the library, which was thrown out after breaking during the palace takeover. The top shelf surpassed double your height, you still struggled to reach the books and with the short skirt you were adorned in— you knew Doflamingo would see your panties if he looked in your direction. It was hard to tell what he was looking at behind those sunglasses he always wore but the thought of him catching a raunchy glimpse of you sent a chill up your spine, one that jolted your body violently enough to threaten tipping the ladder over.
Doflamingo steadied the ladders movement by bracing his foot on the first step, stopping the metal from rattling against the floor as it teetered shakily back and forth. Before you could thank him, he sighed in annoyance and stood up from his seat. The sound of his loafers tapping closer to you was short lived. It was mere seconds before he stood right beside you, looking up with a displeased look on his face.
“I’m sorry I—, I can’t reach and there’s no other staff here for the rest of the—,” you trembled with panic in your voice, watching his eyebrows furrow more with every word that spilled from your lips.
“Tch, quit your damn whining,” Doflamingo snarled, one of his hands effectively lifting you from behind by your ass, making you squeal. Thick fingers pressed against your clothed clit, further securing you in his hold. In a hurry, you dropped the duster out of your hand, letting it fall to the floor so you can scoop as many books as possible into your arms. Doflamingo let you down without a hitch and you immediately went straight to wiping down the several books you retrieved, trying to silence your mind from reminding you of how inappropriately he touched you.
The clock read 10:55 PM when you finally finished working on the books Doflamingo requested. You were exhausted, having worked your regular 12 hour shift beginning at 8 AM before even tending to the library. The books piled high in your arms, stacked from your hips to your chin as you sleepily ambled over to Doflamingo, who just set aside his nth glass of wine on the table beside him.
“Set them down and go, you‘ll continue after your shift tomorrow.”
You were in no position to object, simply nodding and leaning forward to place the books on the table beside him. One of them slipped out of the pile, knocking over Doflamingo’s glass of wine which spilled all over his unbuttoned white shirt. Quickly grabbing a rag from your apron, you attempted to clean the purple liquid from his garment. When you realized your efforts were for naught, you simply froze in terror, avoiding eye contact while you offered your apologies.
“Young master, I’m terribly sorry for my clumsiness. I’ll go wash it right away, sir.”
A devious laugh was Doflamingo’s response. One that shook the bottle of wine on the table and vibrated off the walls of the library. He grabbed your forearm tightly and pulled you closer to his face.
“I’m beginning to think you’re toying with me. Am I a joke to you?” The timbre of his voice was so vile that you felt any answer would be found offensive.
“Since you were kind enough to show me these, I’ll give you one chance to make it right.” he asserted irritably. His free, calloused hand then slipped up your skirt and tugged against your pink lace panties. When the fabric snapped against your skin, the feeling of utter dread sunk in.
“I’m sure you’re not that stupid, go on now.”
You hated what he so casually demanded from you while tugging you closer by your garter belt.
“And don’t disappoint me.” he lilted with firm persistence.
Doflamingo’s words echoed in your ears agonizingly slow along with the heavy sound of a lump settling in your throat. Your feet were bolted to the floor, unwilling to proceed closer to the blonde even though you feared your life would be in worse danger if you didn’t make a move.
“Atta girl,” he urged confidently as you stepped towards him. At the same time, he stood to his full height and looked down on you. You weren’t the slightest bit prepared.
Doflamingo’s cock twitched curiously as you unbuttoned his satin pants, releasing him from the confinement that previously served as a safety shield for you. You knew he’d be well endowed but you still grimaced over his sheer size. He didn’t grant you any mercy, slapping his length against your lips to pry them open. You hoped at any point your pleading eyes would halt him in his tracks. That poor, pathetic look across your face wasn’t enough to save you. Not from this man.
Your head was yanked back by your hair, forcing you to look up at the blonde who smoothly rolled a line of spit off his lips that fell into your mouth. With the quickness, he shoved his cock inside, leaving you no time to adjust. His bulbous tip bullied to the back of your throat, instantly triggering your gag reflex and you sputtered around his length, desperately gasping for air. The struggle didn’t disrupt his motions in the slightest. If anything, it stirred him on more.
The driving force of his thrusts were an awful punishment against your mouth. A stinging feeling grew on both corners of your lips, the soreness only being dulled by the amount of saliva that coated his cock. But after a short while, a heat pooled inside of you that only confirmed one thing: your body betrayed you by finding pleasure in this.
It felt blissfully wrong, swallowing his cock like it would be your last meal, never neglecting the rest of his length by stroking what didn’t fit inside of your throat. Doflamingo lamented in the show you put on for him. Staring up at the man with glassy eyes, you hoped the sight would help him finish sooner so you can be on your way. He didn’t hold back any groans during your ministrations, even going as far as degrading you for being such an eager slut.
Soon, it became hard to breathe. Doflamingo resorted to controlling the pace, swaying your mouth along his dick with a rapid force that shut out all of your senses. Your hands searched for solace near his hips, fingertips grazing the bone with wavering firmness. Apart from hearing his menacing laugh and feeling his balls slap against your chin in an erratic pattern— you were fading out. Face covered in a mixture of tears and saliva that flowed to the tip of your chin and began pooling onto the floor. From his view, your eyes rolled behind your head, vision going black. An exceptional time to make you regret being so weak.
You floated back into consciousness with a stifled, burning sensation in your throat; vision hazily coming back to full capacity at the same moment you realized your nose pressed flush against Doflamingo’s pelvis. He was impressed at the prominent bulge of his cock showing in your neck, though he knew his end was near. The walls of your throat constricted around him in a desperate attempt to search for oxygen, the pressure tightening around his length, pushing him on the cusp of an orgasm.
The air restriction he dealt resulted in a panicked fit. You clawed at his abdomen and desperately tried to push him away to inhale much needed air. Frantically attempting to jolt your head side to side was futile. Doflamingo positioned his hands on either side of your head, fingers lacing into your hair for an extra tight grip. While he drove his cock as far as it could go into your warm mouth, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs manipulatively. You twitched, saliva bubbling out of your mouth while your face began to turn colors, the backs of your eyes feeling the intense pressure on your skull.
“Mmm, struggle on my fucking cock,” Doflamingo mocked, rigorously rolling his hips. It took less than a few more earnest pumps for his climax to course through him, shuddering as his cum shot down your throat. You muffled a sigh of relief, feeling disgusted by your arousal from this encounter.
To put it lightly, you were exhausted and way overworked. Your legs gave out the instant your lips weren’t wrapped around him anymore, causing you to sway backwards. Doflamingo contemplated letting you fall to the floor but he wasn’t done with you yet. He caught you by your shoulder, shoving you to the side where you landed face first against his chair. Before you could react, his hand was pressed against your back, forcing you into an arched position with your backside facing him. A sharp smack to your ass made your blood run cold and your body tense. He then hooked his finger under the band of your lace undies, sliding towards your cunt until the soaked fabric met his fingertip.
“Now,” he remarked in an insatiable tone, “Time to put this weeping cunt to good use.”
hihi, its been a while since you've posted and I just want to check in on you <3 don't feel pressured to post because of this either, I'm just checking in!
thank you for checking in love, i promise i’m still here 🥰
I just found your page thanks to the awesome Zoro fiction you wrote. It truly is great stuff.
But then I saw your post apologizing for being in a funk and not writing. I don't know you, but know that no one of good heart will be disappointed in you for taking time for yourself. For all that is good take time to get back on your feet. Whether it's days, weeks, months, more, less, you look after you first and foremost. We will be here when you're ready.
Having new posts from my favorite writers is always a pleasant surprise, never the expectation. We want you to have as much fun writing them as we do reading them. Please take care and know that nobody is disappointed in you.
All that said, as far as One Piece fics, it's what I'm on Tumblr for. I cast a steadfast yes vote your way for when you are feeling up to it and not a moment sooner. I'm also curious to hear your thoughts/favorite characters. I'm only on Marineford myself but I love to discuss and hear people's opinions.
Take care.
i’m truly so happy that you’ve enjoyed Delayed Realization! it was a lovely experience writing a fic featuring Zoro. i’ve been hesitant to join the One Piece fandom in fear of not being able to do the characters any justice and your feedback put that fear at ease. thank you ♡
it’s crazy that we as people are compassionate and understanding with others and then sometimes fail to treat ourselves with the same gentleness. people reminded me “take care of yourself first”, “we’ll be here when you’re back”, and i always appreciated the message but my mind wouldn’t accept it. i spent a lot of time disappointed with myself for not being able to properly produce any content. if anybody else were dealing with similar things though, the same kind words you and others told me— is what i relayed to them. it truly sucks having to wait and deal with the artists block but you’re absolutely right, having new posts from our favorite writers are always a splendid surprise, not an expectation. no matter how many times we are reminded of this, it warms my heart to know that across different fandom communities, everyone pushes you to take care of yourself first.
the Marine Ford arc is such a whirlpool of emotions, you’re at an important pillar in One Piece. i don’t know how to describe how much i love One Piece. Eiichiro Oda did a phenomenal job with world building and character complexity. the way details and backstories are tied in together is done flawlessly and always leaves my jaw on the ground. truthfully i can name characters that i dislike quicker than all of the characters i’m fond of. One Piece does an awfully good job at making you feel empathetic towards characters you initially despised. if i had to pick my top 2 favorite characters overall, it would have to be: Luffy because of his fearlessness and Zoro for his undying loyalty. i like so many characters in one piece for their own individuality. who are your favorite characters?
take care lovely, and thank you for sending this in. you made my morning!
