I need a Reader who just has to rawdog it through life.
No caffeine, regulated sugar, no alcohol, no tobacco, no energy drinks, no milk, no cheese, no gluten.
Reader who has Pica, Reader who works a night shift and yet has insomnia, so they are just constantly tired. Reader who has problems walking, Reader with a lazy eye, reader with ‘unattractive’ features.
Reader with mobility devices who still push their limits to improve. Med student Reader who can’t find a job to support it. Broke Reader being screwed over by their debt, Reader with albinism, black Reader having the paper bag test done to them at work, asian Reader influencer having to deal with the white men in their comments.
Biracial Reader struggling to choose an identity when the world chooses it for you, specifically a non black mixed Reader. Like Indian reader mixed with Japanese, who’s skin doesn’t match the projected image, and yet is too far away from their other culture.
Disordered eater Reader who staves themselves all day only to binge eat when they can’t take it. Disordered eater Reader who works out too much and yet forgets to eat.
Scarred Reader who is not the romantic stereotype, who looks deformed by their scars. Burned Reader struggling to be treated as human after their mutilation. Amputee Reader struggling to relearn their body.
Curly-haired Reader wishing to have straight hair and straight-haired Reader wishing to have curls.
A Reader who covers their freckles, and a Reader who paints them. A masc-looking Fem!Reader who struggles to wear feminine clothes, fem-looking Male!Reader struggling to look masculine!
Give me a Reader with too many siblings, who isn’t the oldest, and is lost in the middle! A Reader who daydreams the day away, who draws cringe OCs and cries when their favorite character dies!
A Reader who’s too empathetic, a Reader who’s too apathetic! A Reader who’s overwhelmed with parenting, a Reader trying to reparent themselves after being raised a brat. An high-functioning autistic Reader who tries to validate their experiences. A high-needs autistic Reader who uses a robotic voice to communicate (I forgot what it’s called 😞) and yet is still chatty and funny!
A Reader who is afraid of stupid things, a narcoleptic Reader who finds everything funny. A Reader with no humor, a Reader who’s working off weight. And I’m not talking no ‘140 lbs(63.503kg) to 80lbs(36.287kg) 🤩!’ type Y/N build. I’m talking overweight Reader deciding (FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!) that they want to loose a couple pounds. I want a bodybuilder chubby Reader who can lift over 300 lbs (136 kg).
I need a nerdy BL lover Reader, who spends all their money on their Gacha games. Weirdo Reader, who knows more people online than real life. Creepy Reader who watches analog horror to make theories.
Perv Reader who’s usual reads is smut, who’s favorite authors are dark romance. Where’s the crime loving Readers, who yumeship themselves with criminals. Where’s the other side of crime loving Reader, who spends hours working to the sound of crime podcasts. Digital artist Reader, who draws to the sounds of body-cams and celebrates in their room when the bad guy gets caught.
Niche fandom Reader who makes their own merch, dedicated to a dead fandom like it’s their legacy. AO3 author Reader who’s iconic throughout the fandom. (Like Jabsartt, or the Mirrors fic)
WE NEED READERS WHO WE CAN RELATE TO!! NO PLAIN Y/N, GIVE THEM SOME SPICEEE!!! MAKE THEM CREEPY WEIRDOS WHO CAN’T RELATE TO NORMAL PEOPLE!!
aka I just want a weirdo reader. Not even just that, but that was the OG intent. Make them relatable people. Make them fat. Not even chubby, give them elbow meat and make them have big faces. Make them weak and slow, make them desperate, make them relatable. Make their lives shit, make them feel inferior, build them back up into a new person. Make them spontaneous, put yourself in there, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And for goodness sake, please don’t make the default white. Write your own experiences into them, how would you react, not some perfect doll. Don’t be afraid of the cringe that might come from writing Readers of different colors and race, just stay away from the stereotypes. You can even look up how to write different races or read experiences from the people of that race you’re basing it off of. Don’t make white the default. As a white person.
Paring : Sukuna (true form always here) x black female reader
Content : Sex, double penetration, oral, exhibitionism, sukuna is toxic as always, misogyny, Sukuna has concubines but falls for reader, time travel, reader is taken captive, Heian era Sukuna, one sided hatred to lovers, dub con, reader has coily hair and braids in her hair at the start♡ no specific skin tone mentioned since i want all black woman to feel represented in my work whether you have vitiligo, albinism or not!
Word : 6.6k (did minor proofreading, this is an old reworked draft). Sorry for my errors!
A/N: : Can you tell I’m a huge Inuyasha fan by this? No? Ok.
Summary: A strong curse lingering near a massive waterfall was so powerful that it overpowered the whole forest. Sent out by your peers to purify it, you find yourself sucked into the Heian era as the King of Curse's new little nurse.
The strong cursed energy felt like it was fading each day. No matter how much time you spent near the isolated waterfall in the forest you just couldn’t quite pinpoint where it was coming from. Your curse technique wasn’t anything special, only the power to heal and cleanse curses which wasn’t very useful in your favor right now since you couldn’t even find it. Since you were one of the head teachers at Jujutsu high, your superiors believed you were the best fit for the job. It’s been almost a week, and no matter how much time and energy you put into sensing the curse you just can’t find it… there was only one place left for you to check, behind the waterfall. It was a powerful surge, and frankly you were a bit too scared to go behind it in risk of drowning, but you ultimately had no other option. The curse was taking over the forest, killing animals and plant life alike.
“I’m going behind the waterfall,” you turn to Shoko who’s lighting another cigarette behind you. You had messaged her earlier that day to meet you so you both could go out and explore the waterfall together. Today was the day you’d finally go behind it and see for yourself what was there. You asked Shoko to stand by, you weren’t stupid. If you ended up drowning you’d need someone to pull you out. “You remember what I said, right?”
She nods, placing the stick between her lips “Five minutes, if you don’t come back after five minutes I’ll call for help.”
“I said two minutes, Leiri—“ you glare, earning a soft smile from Shoko, “I’m just going in and out. If the curse is there I’ll bring backup with me to purify it later.”
“I understand,” her silky voice softly whispered into the bustling water, “just be careful.”
“I’ll try my best to be.”
Gulping down a thick lump in your throat you finally dip your legs into the water as you make your way to the waterfall. The water was warm, relaxing despite how tense the situation was. You stare back at Shoko one last time before you dive underneath the surface. You swim past the familiar cluster of rocks and finally slip past the pouring water tower.
Your ears were popping with each thrust as you treaded through the river to the backside of the waterfall. It was empty and dark when you resurfaced, a dark dingy cave with no curse in sight. You climb onto the rocks, using your technique to shine a dim light through the cave. It was a dead end.
Nothing.
“THERE'S NOTHING HERE SHOKO, I'M OK!” You jump back into the water, “I'M GOING TO SWIM BACK OUT!”
You swim back from where you came, flowing faster out from under the waterfall in relief. It was frustrating that you couldn’t find the cursed spirit, but you were just glad you made it out of the situation unharmed so far.
The forest around you was hushful, the only distant sounds that hummed were the occasional whistle from birds and the strong winds. You were alone, the rock Shoko was standing on not even a minute before you left was now empty..everything around you was empty.
“Shoko, are you ok? Are you there?”
It was unusually cold when you rose from the river, braids heavy with water as they clung to your back. Your phone and bag you left near Shoko were also gone. Where could she have gone after just a few minutes?
You shiver once your bare feet touch the grass, your change of clothes and your hair ties are in your bag. You’d have to do without them for now. At least the shirt and pants you wore were somewhat warm against the intense cold. But you couldn’t deny you were freezing. How did the weather change so drastically?
“Shoko?”
Minute after minute in the foggy forest felt like hours. You’ve been walking around in circles, too scared to even journey further because you realized you were truly and utterly alone. You even tried to go back through the waterfall, but each time you tried to reenact your steps you ended up in the same place over and over again.
“Fuck — where did I go wrong!?
—
Splashing out of the water you remove your clothes to ring them out. If you stayed in them any longer there’s no doubt you wouldn’t freeze to death. This is the least you could do for now.
The day was slipping from your grasp in seconds. It was dark, the only way you found a bit of comfort was using your cursed energy to summon a healing light to warm your chilled skin. You wanted to rest, you knew you should keep looking for an escape but you were so damn cold..and your clothes were still soaking wet on the ground as you dried them with your light. You could feel yourself fading, pretty lashes fluttering open and close as you fight to stay awake. You lean on the large rock that your friend was standing on earlier, naked body shivering under your light as you finally close your eyes.
—
You’ve probably been knocked out for hours….you're awoken by loud booming of a cluster of horses galloping..and the sound of—men..a lot of men! You fumble on your clothes in the dark as the sound grew closer, you were terrified, and there was nothing you could do about it. There was nowhere to hide, you were too far away from the waterfall and they’d surely hear you if you splashed in.
“There it is!” A man yells aloud, in seconds they surround you, horses neighing in fright as the men jump off and lift their swords toward you.
“What the hell—!?” A man shouts
“It’s just a woman…” another one whispers
You all stare at one another for a few seconds, wide eyed and equally confused. The yellow orb.. was coming from you? This woman was a curse user? Better yet, her power looked oddly familiar to a rare healing technique only seen in books. One of the men in front lowers his sword.
“Ahem..” the man steps forward, his armor clanking together as he stands in front of you.
“Well,” he began, “can you speak?”
Hesitantly you sit up, throat dry as you open your cracked lips “I— did Shoko send you here to help me?”
The men look at you, puzzlement etched on their stoic feathers. One man looks you over, your wet damp clothes hugging tightly on your skin. “What kind of clothing are you wearing??! Are you mad?” He barks “where do you come from!?”
The man standing in front of you sharply raises his hand, silencing the men behind him with only a quick gesture. Your light was intriguingly magnificent. A curse technique only heard of in books and folklore. Strategically, getting you to come with them silently so they can show the king would be preferable. “Yes,” the man you’re assuming is the leader says, “we are here to help you.” He turns to his men, his loud voice booming with authority. “Someone, give her my coat.” You’re immediately wrapped in something warm from behind as one of the men drapes a large coat over your shoulders. It was so warm and heavy..
“Thank you,” you timidly replied, hugging the coat over your chest. The situation was honestly quite strange, and you were obviously extremely skeptical, but your body was too weak to try and fight a group of men wearing armor and flailing their swords around in your face, so you really had no other safe choice but to follow them. One of the men offers you their hand, helping you haul yourself onto one of the warm horses before seating himself behind you and setting off. The ride was mostly quiet and surprisingly pleasant. The men didn’t bother you much and the large coat around you was starting to make you feel unbelievably sleepy once again. You knew you shouldn’t sleep, not when you’re surrounded by strangers, so you start chatting with the man behind you.
“Where are we going?”
“To the palace.” The man behind you flatly said
“What will you all do with me once we get there?”
The man sighs before speaking “Like our commander said, we’re here to help you. We’ll feed you, let you take a bath and take a nap in the guest bedroom.”
“That’s all?” You raise a quizzical brow, “You’re genuinely just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?”
“You ask a lot of questions for a woman with little to no options.” He snarls, “ If we weren’t there to save you, you’d surely be dead by now.” The man grumbles, “What kind of woman leaves her village without wearing the proper protective clothing during this season?”
He was somewhat right, your clothes were far too thin to compete with the harsh weather, and if they found you any later you’d probably be frozen solid. But how were you supposed to know the weather was going to be this icy if it was summer last time you checked your weather app?
You both remain silent the rest of the ride, only stopping occasionally to pee and drink some water. The journey lasted the whole day, by the time you all arrived at the lit up palace it was already dark. There were many people outside doing their own work, most ignored you as you walked up to the large entrance that intimidated any house you ever stepped foot in in your life. A woman approached you, her smile kind and comforting before looking at the group of men behind you. “Who is this?” She calmly asked. “She’s quite beautiful. Is she another concubine for the king?”
“That’ll be his choice to decide.” He gives you a firm push forward, and you can’t help but snap back at him with a firm glare. “we found her in the forest near the king's domain, clean her up before he gets back.”
“Yes sir,” she grabs your hand before you can even protest, dragging you inside the palace in a second.
“Wait- wait wait!” You tug at your wrist, stopping the both of you “I’m not here to be a concubine, can I borrow your phone?”
“P—hone?” She tilts her head “do you mean a fan?” A polite smile turns her lips “You’re really funny, I’m sure after being out in the cold you’d want a nice warm bath and some warm food right?”
“Not a fan, a phone! I need to call someone—“ your heart stops, maybe it was just now that your weak body was starting to be alert again, but wow..the puzzle pieces waited too long to finally connect. The horses, the men’s armor..this palace you were sure you’ve seen a million times before in your school text books as a child. It was all starting to make sense. Did you… go back in time? Maybe this was all an illusion, a trick played by the curse.. maybe you actually did find it. What if you were dead and this is all a trick?
This had to be a mirage, right? There was no way you could be this far back in time..
“Miss, are you alright?” The woman worriedly brushed a gentle hand over your forehead bringing you back to reality, her face saddened with sympathy
“You poor thing, you’re burning up. No more small talk, let’s get you in the bath.”
The palace is huge. You’ve never been so catered to in your whole life. Not only was the bath incredibly hot and soothing to your aching muscles, but the food you were served after was breathtakingly good, and the guest chambers were so extravagant you thought you were on a movie set. The women who tended to you were attentive and understanding. They made you feel comfortable when you were in such a vulnerable state. Maybe you were too caught up in the moment living your life like a princess that you inevitably lost concussions as soon as your head hit your pillow. Sleep has never felt more comfortable than this.
—
“Miss, wake up quickly!” A soldier stood outside your room door. The man who sat with you on his horse on the ride here. Rubbing the eye wax away you grumble softly into the air. You were asleep for the rest of the night. It was morning now, pretty blue skies blaring into the room “the king has returned, he’s requested your audience, you’d be wise to go see him immediately.” From just waking up you were still processing that you were in Ryomen Sukuna’s palace. You hoped that once you went to sleep you’d wake up from this dream, but fate had other hands.
Sitting up and hesitantly pulling the cover over your warm legs you give a strained nod, sweat pooling over your browline “Yes, I understand. Where is he?”
“In his royal bath chamber.”
“Oh—“ you retract “should I get ready while he finishes washing up?”
“Stop being foolish, woman. The king has requested that you see him, don’t keep him waiting. Stand up.”
If this were any other situation you’d beat him for talking about you like this, but you couldn’t afford any drama in the king of curses palace, so you bite your lip and comply with an unenthusiastic whisper. “Fine then, take me to him.”
The walk to the king's chambers felt agonizingly long. The aura around you felt like it dragged on your skin, clawing and squeezing against you. A lump of air held in your throat. You were actually about to come face to face with the king himself. You’ve heard stories about Gojo’s new pupil, the new vessel that held Sukuna, but you’ve yet to meet him, well, until today. “Go in,” the soldier commands, pointing at the wide stone entrance.
You slowly walk to it, the smell of fresh diluted blood and a hint of a flower scented soap fill your nostrils like a punch. The hall was beautiful, carved stone walls and beaded jewelry worth more than your car engraved in the ceiling. There were many statues aligned along the wall, some of women and some of men. Trembling, you take the last few steps of courage into the bath chamber. It was misty, hot steamy clouds flowing carefree along the floor. A tall man sat in the middle of the giant bath, the king. He wasn’t what you were expecting, not at all. You’ve heard stories about him from your childhood, a crazed ugly man with four eyes and arms who killed countless innocent people.. but this man in front of you wasn’t ugly at all.. in fact, he was quite handsome. No, he was really handsome… His jawline was sharp, a beautiful contrast with his long muscular figure that leaned gracefully in the water. He had four arms, that part was true, but each one had such a fine defined muscular structure. He had very alarmingly large red eyes on one half of his face, but he still made your body stop in its tracks.
“The peculiar woman, we finally get to meet. And you’re already disrespecting me by standing over your king..” His voice was monotone, but head-splitting in a way that made you shake in fear. You scurry to your knees, glueing your head and hands to the ground.
“I’m sorry, my lord. That was impolite of me. Please forgive my ignorance.”
Humming lowly, Sukuna swishes in the water. You could hear the sway of liquid grow closer before it suddenly stopped, you could practically feel his gaze looming over you. It was almost like those red eyes were lasers.
“Stop being disrespectful and look at your king.”
Biting your puffy lip you quivered, slowly looking up to finally face him one on one.
If you weren’t so actively terrified right now you’d be drooling. His body was massive. He towered over you easily. You were sure his head almost hit the ceiling. You tried not to stare at his lower half, but how could you simply ignore it? He had two.. His cocks hung over you, both extremely long and thicker than any human man you’ve ever seen. The one on top was relatively smaller than the one below, but still it was nothing less than intimidating.
“I’ve heard from my men that you have a gift.” He smiles bitterly “I’ve only heard of curse users who can heal and purify other curses in books. It’s natural I’d be curious to see one in real life. Your glow, the one my men told me about, show me how you use it.” He turns around, sitting away from you in the water, and you can’t help but wince once you see the giant scar on his back. Normally you never used your technique to help curses, but if you played one wrong move on the king you’re sure he’d kill you in an instant. So, being rational like any other person who values their life, you help him. That didn’t mean you had to be gentle though.
Flopping your hands together you mumble lightly under your breath, a soft memorable chant you were forced to learn over and over again until a burning yellow ball poofs into the already warm air. You merge it with his scar, mumbling another chant as the wound slowly begins to close up. His large shoulders stiffen and then immediately relax as he lets out an exasperated sigh of relief. You hands roughly massage into his skin, unfortunately for you, your fragile human hands couldn’t leave a dent if you tried.
“Amazing..” he whispered, before one of his hands grab your wrist, pulling you into the water with him. You land in front of him as he towers over you, your dress soaked and already pulling you down. Pointing to a deep gash you seemingly missed on his chest, he gestured to you to heal him there too. Again, you value your life and you hesitate before complying, massaging the wound with the tiny ball before it closes.
“Fuck— yes,” he growls deep, a cold chalky laugh escaping his lips before he forces your head so you’re looking at him. “Fuck, it’s real— it’s s actually real.”
“From here on out you’re mine. You won’t leave my side until you shrivel up in that pathetic human body and die. Do you understand me? Anytime I come back from my hunt you’ll heal me without question, understand?”
What. The. Fuck.
“And a bonus, you’re quite nice looking on the eyes,” he pinches your cheeks together. “You can stay near my chambers.”
“My king, I’m perfectly fine with my chambers in the guest—“
“Heal me, heal all of me, I shall be restful once again tonight. I don’t want anymore damn back talk” He leans back, muscular torso merging with the warm water as it shined under the soft candle light. He had scars all over his body, all the way down to his toes. You lightly massage his torso, trembling as he grunts out when the pressure of his deep wounds finally disappears.
“Finally,” he rasps, “a useful human..”
You almost die from fright when you feel a gentle lick on your leg, your eyes bolt down and when you see the mouth on his stomach finally open, you had to hold back a violent scream. He only laughs, pulling you firmly back to him so you can continue healing his scars. Once done he finally lets you rest on the edge of the bath. “You did exceptionally well,” he grinned, an unexpected gesture of praise you didn’t quite expect from someone like him. Glancing over your wet clothes he hums “You can bathe here. Only after tending to me first.”
“I– what about the guest quarters?”
“There’s no need for you to be so far away from me from now on.”
He starts to untie the ribbon on your dress before you crumpled away. “My lord, is it ok if I can at least bathe without you looking at me? I feel a bit..” you gulp “intimidated?”
He stares at you for what seemed like minutes, did you actually piss him off? Was he going to kill you?
“Very well,” he turns around, crossing all four arms together. Was the king of curses actually giving you privacy to undress?
“Strip, I’ll follow your silly little human courtesies since you are doing me a long term favor.”
You rid yourself of your wet clothes before slipping behind him in the water, you were gutted with embarrassment, but you continued to heal and clean his body until he was satisfied.
“Shit..” he moans when you rub over his back with your small hands, body quivering under your light touch as you wash him.
Once you finish he leaves you in the bath alone, he had kept his promise.
Over the next few months you were Sukuna’s personal little healer. His tendency to raid nearby villages was nearly constant. He had major blood lust just as you’ve heard, and you kept him up and running to continue killing many innocent people. You hated yourself for it, and you hated that you had to be so close to him at all times. You ate dinner with him, you bathed with him far more than any of his concubines combined and he made you switch to his chambers so that you were sleeping across from him on the other side of the room. You couldn’t leave the palace without him. Sure, you had the grace to explore to your little heart’s content, but you felt so trapped since you were so heavily guarded. The human woman with the ability to heal curses. His human woman. He’d do it himself and learn the proper technique to heal, but why do that when someone else could do it for you? Especially someone as pretty as yourself.
—
You had just finished dinner, another hearty meal that sat mixed with guilt in your stomach. Pleasantries were over, It was time to bathe the king. You walk behind him, listening to him sing a soft tune before stripping out of his robes at the bathing chamber entrance. You follow behind him, much more comfortable than before being nude around him. You walk past him into the chamber to gather a few of his favorite soaps. Gods if you only knew the effect you had on him when you bent your pretty little ass over.
“My lord,” you bow, getting on your knees to accommodate him once again. You grab one of his favorite soaps before he stops you.
“You’ve treated me well the past few months. Let your king reward you, come.”
His beckoning call was sinful, lustful and dirty. You felt so guilty for how wet you got whenever you’d both share a bath together. You couldn’t deny you had imagined how it would feel if he decided to put himself to work between your legs one day.
You swish your way to him, stopping just at his feet. He glares at you, patting his lap for you to sit.
“I can’t reward you all the way over there, come here.”
“You’d rather I sit on.. “you” my lord?.”
He gives you a sour expression as if you just stated the obvious. “Are you playing me for a fool?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ you shift onto his lap slowly, your skins melting into one another as soon as you touch.. You could feel everything, to his muscular body all the way to the two rock hard twins poking at your ass. He gazed over your nude form, a predatory glint in his eyes when you finally get close enough.
“My lord, what are you doing —!?”
Breathless, a simple touch from his large hand on your belly almost made you mold into him
“Giving you your reward, tonight I’ll clean you.”
“Think of it as my token of gratitude.”
“Lord Sukuna,” your tummy flips from nervousness, “There are guards in here, wouldn’t it be improper for them to see me getting washed?”
“You’d rather I send them to the entrance?” You forcefully nod, earning a low sigh from his lips. He raises one of his massive arms, signaling the guards to move away to the entrance.
“I don't comply with just anyone, girl.” You squeal out in shock when his bicep curls over your waist, locking you still against his lap. “Yet you keep asking me for more..”
He starts scrubbing your body thoroughly, starting at your tense shoulders. You were as stiff as a board, too scared to even move an inch because his cocks were seated and snug between your puffy folds. Not that he seemed to mind..
“After spending so much time together all these months, I expected you to be a bit more relaxed around me. “ he surprisingly admitted, “do you think I can’t smell you?”
Looking over your shoulder you give a perplexed look of hesitation, unsure of what he meant “Smell me?” Well shit, that’s embarrassing “I’m sorry my lord if I smell bad I’ll —“
Sukuna growls loudly in annoyance, pushing you against the bath’s edge so the tile pressed against your tummy. He holds your wrist down with two hands while the other pair grip your chin and stomach. He was so close to you that you could smell the cool mint on his breath “You’re pissing me off. For a woman so talented you are clueless.” He presses to you, thick cocks grinding against your back to make you shiver. His voice was so much lower than before, a huskier lust drunk mewl that tickled the back of your neck “Do you think I’m a fool, do you think I can’t smell how warm and slippery that cunt of yours gets when you’re near me like this..you think I can’t feel how your heartbeat softens when we have dinner? Or when we are together at all? Do you really think this whole time I haven’t been paying attention?”
Words fail you as you quiver, but this time not from fear… you were shocked he was being so bold, “Do you think I can’t taste your scent right now?”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Lord Sukuna. I’m sure you’ve mistaken.. my scent for another’s. If it’s so strong it could be one of your concubines nearby”
He pushes himself to you, eyes daring with challenge “are you confident enough to prove yourself?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ll let me see you, won’t you? If you’re certain you’re not the scent, you wouldn’t mind bending over for I can see for myself, would you?”
Your toes curl, pussy clenching around nothing…you hated that he was right “I’m in water, I’m sure it’ll be hard to tell the difference.”
“Do you think I can’t tell the difference?”
“And what if I was the scent? Where do we go from here?” You’re surprised by your overconfidence, but Sukuna only smiles at your taunt.
“Well, what do you want to do about it?” He grabs your throat, leaning down awfully close to you, he smelt divine, and he knew he looked handsome even with that shit eating grin. You were sure you weren’t actually acting on your own regard, but you lean in closer, tongue licking experimentally over his bottom lip before he pushes his bigger one down your throat. You’re gagged, and all you can do is sit there and take it while he grinds vigorously against your ass, both of his cocks curving and sliding across your skin with ease thanks to the water. One of his hands grab your breast, pinching and twirling your little pearly nipple with his long fingernails that you couldn’t help but try to pull away from overstimulation after only a few minutes. Sukuna only blandly glances over you before pulling you deeper into his body, now using both his hands to pull and tug at your sensitive buds. You let out soft wails of pleasure, uncaring that the guards and maids could hear you, at this point you wanted to let out all that pent up longing and rage.
You knew the King of Curses was all powerful. His body was like a canvas waiting to be painted. Everyone in the palace knew he could shapeshift and add different body parts to him in “odd” places, but it still caught you off guard when his flat palms were replaced with thrashing mouths that sucked and tugged at your nipples into the warm depths of their slippery mouths. “No—! N-No no! I can’t take it!” You croak, tugging at his stone like wrists to no avail. “Too much! Oh fuck—! Oh fuck!” He thrusts his cocks under you, rubbing his smaller one against your slit, prominent veins bumping and stroking over your tiny clit as he ravishes you whole. He keeps this up for minutes, strong body barely flinching as you twitch and squirm on him.
“I can’t– I— ooooohhh fuck—“
He keeps a steady pace, his lower arms gripping into your fat hips to grind you deeper into him. You were such a small little thing, you’d most likely break when he splits you open, but that’s a risk he’s willing to take if he can have you. “That’s it..scream for me, let everyone hear who owns this pussy..”
He thrusts firmly on your clit, bringing a finger down to rub alongside his thick cock. You almost faint, legs crumbling as soon as you feel that additional firm pressure. He pinches your clit, twirling it around in his ginormous fingers like it was only a small fidget toy. You could feel yourself start to burst open, pussy empty and fluttering while trying to greedily suck in anything it could possibly grab. Your legs twitch violently, and you can’t help but limp over in his arms when you cum with a loud exasperated wail. He helps you through it, a maniacal glint in his eye when you cry out from the delicious sting of overstimulation…He continues slipping his cock through your pretty pussy, only stopping when your skin buzzes and shakes against him.
“Fuck– you look so pretty when you cum, I’ll fucking ruin you for anyone else”
He gently lifts your limp body and places you on the edge of the tub. Your legs dangling in the water as you lay on your stomach. He gives your ass a few squeezes in his large hand before spreading your shaky folds open, exposing your sticky clenching pussy to the warm air.
“There’s that familiar scent..you should be ashamed about lying to your king..” he rubs his colossal finger against your entrance, building up all of your arousal before pushing the thick digit inside you. You can’t help but squirm, pussy slurping and eating greedily at his entry, it felt like too much..and he wasn’t planning on giving you the satisfaction of a break anytime soon.. He makes sure to clamp down on your hip so you can’t pull away. He’ll make sure he properly fucks you open before he even thinks about giving you his cocks. “L-Lord Sukuna! Please — oh god!” You buck up against his long finger, pussy gaping open as soon as you roughly sink back onto it with a desperate grind of your hips. It curled perfectly against your depths, padded fingers firm and hard as it massaged tauntingly over that fragile spot deep inside you.
“You’re fucking greedy, you are..how could you hide this from me?” He gives your pussy a slap before adding another one of his long meaty fingers in your already cramped up little hole.. As soon as it slips inside you leak around him, an arousing sight of your honey like arousal drooling down those fat thighs as you scream out in bliss and discomfort. You were choking on your drool and the thick steamy air around you, short nails clawing into stone for any stability as he fucked your sloppy hole wide open. He made sure to stretch you out thoroughly, splitting his long fingers in a scissor like shape to spread you open. His tiny little human won’t tumble when he finally claims her.
“ I should have you killed for being dishonest to me.” He yanks your hip and rolls you in tune with the thrust of his fingers “I spoil you rotten, and this is how you repay me..”
You cum with another loud scream, body going limp as soon as you spurt around him, he pulls out after a few thrusts before standing up and lifting you over his broad shoulder. You’re too weak to question him or feel embarrassed as he carries your naked body past the guards into his private chambers filled with all his servants. You shyly hide your face behind his chest, but he’s quite quick to grab your chin so you can look at him. The servants are quiet when he enters with you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be this indecent. They bow, getting to their knees when he flings you gently on his bed.
“My lord, there’s too many people here I—“
“Shhh,” his bottom arms spread you open once more, tugging you near his stomach. You give an embarrassed whimper, legs twisting around as the mouth nestled around his abdomen starts to slurp over your sticky thighs. It eagerly cleans you up, lapping long strides across you before it wraps around your clit. “Ahh!!” You shriek, and Sukuna only laughs at your pathetic little noise. He watched you eagerly as the lower mouth sucked you whole, nibbling and squeezing your bud between its lips. He loved watching you burn from overstimulation, there wasn’t a sight that turned him on more. The tongue on his lower mouth twists in your entrance while a free hand messily massages your overworked clit. Your cries were like a melody, a new beautiful melody he’s never heard before. It doesn’t take long for your overwhelmed body to break, you’re cumming in minutes, pussy heaving before you squirt over his stomach. He’s ready to lap you up, gripping your ankles so you stay perfectly still so his tongue can clean you up.
His large tongue on his stomach laps at you frenzied while a free hand circles over the rim of your asshole, thumb thick and heavy before slipping inside your tight hole. You can’t help but gasp out, nails clawing and digging into the plush mattress below for any sort of stability.
“You’ll appreciate this later, do you think you can take me on like this?” He glides his fingers inside you, another scissor motion to loosen you up for his cock. “Your weak human body..I’d tear it apart, you should be thanking me for even helping you.” Your tongue rolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as you try to find your words. All you could muster were incoherent jumbles of words neither of you could distinguish. “I said “say thank you”, woman.” Another hard slap to your clit has you twisting deeply into the mattress, legs almost giving out from the sting of being spread open for so long.
“T-Thank you!”
Another hard slap
“Thank you!”
Slap—
“Thank you!” You sob, waterlines growing moist with tears when you feel that familiar knot in your lower abdomen twist up again. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the whole palace could hear you cumming on the kings tongue, frankly you were far too fucked out to even care anymore. Too bad you’ll be petrified when you remember this later.
“Finally,” licking his lips, the king pulls out his fingers, the pool of your arousal dripping down your legs to your ass sticky and evident on his large palm. His upper hands grab your ankles, flailing your legs over your head while he pumps his cocks with his lower hand, while the other spreads your pussy open to the cold air. He’d be damned to say he didn’t do a good job spreading you open, the evidence was clear when he peered down at your gaping pulsing holes.
He teases you , the head of his cocks dragging over both your entrances with a grind. He’s kind enough to warn you, everyone knows you’ll probably crack when he finally slips inside, and you do. He’s thick, girthy heads probing next to your smaller holes before slowly pressing inside. It was a stretch unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Even his thick fingers couldn’t compare to the size of his cocks, and he was only a few inches inside of you. He lets out an animistic purr, curling your legs so that his weight keeps you nice and secure underneath him. He's so heavy…you were heating up from just how close he was and there was nothing you could do about it but take him in, squeezing him so well that even he couldn’t help but groan out in ecstasy. He’s waited months to taste you, slip into your warm cunt and make you cum until you can’t walk anymore. He’s never felt like this about anyone, something about you felt new and exciting, like your natural presence alone softened all his senses. He’s never been a patient man, he’s never been gentle, and even though he wants to ruin your body he can’t help but feel guilty anytime he’s too rough with you. Months together had changed him, everyone except you knew it. The servants could never miss his lingering gaze when you were near him..now that he finally had you he’d ruin you, shape you so you’re molded by his cocks, so no human man can compete. Not that they’d be able to anyway, he’d kill anyone who tried to touch you. Why? He couldn’t even answer that himself.
Inch by inch is aggravatingly slow, your pussy pulsing and dripping onto his mattress and pelvis. You were such a greedy little thing, the more he thrusted you couldn’t help but roll your hips for more of him. Relatively you wanted to hate him, you tried really, really hard, but each time you pushed your hips back to roll against him you knew you were far too gone. You were cock drunk, the very thing splitting you in two was wrapped up in a deep hug that you didn’t want to release.
You both let out an exasperated moan when he finally bottoms out, both cocks snug and comfortable inside as you desperately squeeze around them. He rolls his hips back, strong arms holding up some of his weight so that he doesn’t crush you. He curls out of you, leaving just the heads inside before roughly slapping his hips to your ass. You let out a loud wail, toes curling and wiggling in his grasp. He builds his momentum, muscled hips moving like a freight train. Heavy balls hitting your ass each time he kisses your cervix. He felt so impossibly deep, and something that big that should definitely hurt you has never felt more good.. Unbeknownst to you he used his cursed energy to heal your body, I suppose he had taken inspiration from your healing methods after all.
“Youre going to fucking break me—!” You spat, twisting your head to your shoulder as you breathlessly pant out .
“You’ve been pining for me since the day we met," he whispered against your throat, breath tickling over your warm skin “and now you can’t handle me?”
“I plan on fucking you all damn night,” he jerks into you, heavy milky pre cum dripping down your thighs “you’re mine. And I’ll make sure everyone here knows it.”
A/N: I will be a completely new person when daddy true form sukuna gets animated. I did minor proofreading so I’m sorry for any errors. This is an old draft.
Can I request an Albino reader (Golden kamuy) who often wears hats, scarfs, clothes etc etc that doesn’t reveal much skin since they were shamed of their condition?
Like Shirashi noticing that reader NEVER shows their face and the others Get curious?
ok bye hehe
hi hi. you can read into this and assume shiraishi or sugimoto may be interested in the reader. HOWEVER, it was written with platonic relationships in mind, so do with that what you will. i am not albino myself so i cannot equate my experiences with someone else's, so i tried to make it pretty ambiguous. also why are there like,,, five gifs that come up when i try to search for ANYTHING golden kamuy? help
"You know what?" Shiraishi pipes up from where he sits, back resting against the trunk of a tree. His arms are crossed over his chest, his head against the rough bark. Though neither of the people in front of him acknowledges him, he continues on. "Now that I think of it, have any of us ever really seen them?"
Asirpa pauses her ministrations (gutting a fish required a bit more focus than other types of food), looking up at him with a frown. "What?" she asks, shifting the knife to her other hand to give herself a break.
You.
Sugimoto rolls his eyes, annoyance showing pretty quickly. "Ignore him."
"No," Shiraishi scowls, dependent on Asirpa's minuscule pity for anyone to listen to him. "I'm serious!"
"And I'm hungry. If you're not going to help, I suggest you hush," Sugimoto snaps. He'd been a mood most of the day, and you up and disappearing in the last hour or so was not helping.
The man groans and pushes himself to stand, now towering over the two laboring over a few raw fish and vegetables.
"You're no fun," Shiraishi grumbles under his breath, walking past them to find somewhere private—he'd drank too much earlier, and now his bladder was paying for it.
Asirpa returns her focus to the fish, carefully slicing the bones out of the meat. She would use them later, maybe to make a broth. If she had some kind of oil, she could make snacks out of the bones by frying them. Alas, she was without.
"He's right," she says, not bothering to look at Sugimoto. Her words draw his attention immediately.
"What?"
"About them. We haven't—well, I haven't ever seen them. Not without all the get up."
Sugimoto purses his lips, sitting his gutted fish in the basket before her. "They wear a lot of clothes. Maybe they're just cold."
He wasn't stupid. He knew it wasn't just that. And yet, he gave you the benefit of the doubt. There was something he could not place, though he had an inkling feeling that he was right in his assumptions.
"Does that explain their eyes?" Asirpa asks, solidifying his thought process.
He pauses. Their eyes. Your eyes. Such a breathtaking color that even Sugimoto himself couldn't help but wonder how in the world something like that happened. Beautiful, albeit harrowing. How had nature created such a thing? A color unlike the life flowing through your veins—or perhaps it was exactly that. The color of your life just beyond the soft, pale eyelids. Lashes so light he knew when you wore charcoal to darken them. Now that he thought of it, even your eyebrows had unfamiliarity with each and every hair.
White.
The color of death.
A color associated with such grief and hardship that it would be impossible for people to speak to you like you were human—like you were one of them, just living for the hell of it. Living because you had no other choice. You did not ask to be here, you did not ask to be born in such a way. And yet, you kept on. Immortal or not, you did not give up. You were... well, he'd say you were admirable, but there were so many other things he could come up with. He just didn't have the time.
Sugimoto goes to speak, but the snap of a twig sounds from behind him. He grabs the end of his rifle, head shooting in the direction of the sound, only to lay eyes on you. All bundled up, scarf, hat, modest clothing on your body. Only your brows and eyes show any kind of emotion, the rest hidden beneath mixed, warm fabrics. He relaxes, shooting you a small smile.
"Thought you were someone else," he says in acknowledgement. One of Tsurumi's men, maybe. Or Shiraishi. He wouldn't mind shooting him tonight.
Asirpa greets you, smiling. "You're just in time!" she says, beginning to prepare all she needed for dinner. With the fish now gutted and Sugimoto ready to help, she could do a number of different things. She leans forward, taking the gutted bones and letting them simmer in a pot for a far more nutritious broth than vegetables alone would allow.
"Did I miss anything?" you softly ask, sitting before them.
"Only Shiraishi being an idiot and running away," Asirpa bluntly states, watching as the broth quickly came to a boil.
"Hey!" Shiraishi yelps, plopping down in his spot beside you. "I did not run away."
"That's the part you want to correct her on?" you ask, unable to stop yourself from smiling. They, however, did not see it—your smile was hidden behind your scarf, snuggly keeping you warm and completely hidden from the world around you.
Your eyes show your smile—the crinkle as your eyes find their way to a gentle squint, the apples of your cheeks lifting ever-so-slightly. Do they see it? Do they feel your smile?
Shiraishi smiles at you. "Yes," he simply says, leaning back on his hands. He peers up in your direction, tilting his head curiously to the side. "Say, I have a question."
"Shiraishi," Sugimoto says warningly. He of all people understood what it meant to hide behind a farce—to keep a front just before you, fragile as it may be. Being the Immortal Sugimoto came with a few drawbacks, and he was not immune to the reality of never truly knowing where Sugimoto began and the Immortal Man took over. At some point, it began to meld together until it was one dedicated amalgamation of ambition, emotion, and muscle, but until things changed, he would continue in his ways.
He knew what it meant to hide, even if he kept it under wraps. His was figurative at best. Yours, however, was literal.
You eye Sugimoto for a moment. Shiraishi garnered your attention despite the warning. That spurred him on.
"Why do you wear all this?" he asks, motioning with the wave of his hand to your get up.
You blink slowly at him, and a beat passes—you should have expected it, that much you know. Nevertheless, it did not stop from making you pause.
"Wear what?" you numbly ask, lips moving before you could stop them.
He let out a soft laugh, grinning. "Well, your uniform! Can I call it a uniform?"
"Shiraishi," Asirpa says this time, slapping him upside the head.
"Hey! Cut it out!" he yelps, flinching away from her hands. "It's just a question!"
You knew what he meant. You always knew.
Your gloved hands clench and unclench in your lap. You clear your throat, glancing toward Sugimoto. He may have gotten onto the Escape King, but you can see it in his eyes—he's just as curious as Shiraishi is. Ultimately, so is Asirpa.
If you show them, there was no telling what could happen. Many people left you behind once they realized—you were a bad omen, a sign of death, a warrant of ill will. The paleness of your skin, the white of your hair. Of all the damned things that had to plague you, it was one that many would never understand. You did not choose this. You did not ask to be everything your grandmother feared, everything that the children in your village constantly poked fun at. No matter how old you got, the fear of being forgotten, of being left alone remained ingrained deep within your soul.
Your hands clench again, and then you bring your left hand to your right and slowly begin to peel off your gloves, finger by finger.
Shiraishi quickly sits up, watching with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" he asks, fearing he may have opened up a well of no return.
"Showing you why," you say, tossing one glove to your lap. There was no point in hiding. They were good people. They would not run. You knew it. The other came off rather quickly. And then, your pale hands raised, trembling as you slowly removed your hat, white tresses of hair weighed down with your hat flittering in the breeze. You grab the end of your scarf and begin to unwrap it, watching as the others watch you. Sugimoto seems to start speaking, once more, but the words he's thinking die on his lips as he sees why you have always been so shy, so guarded.
Asirpa lets out a soft gasp when she sees you. She had met a woman pale like you before, eyes red as rubies, skin white as snow, hair just as white if not whiter. The epitome of curiosity became her the moment she met you, and now, it was only heightened. She seems to have forgotten about her cooking and she quickly stirs the broth before addressing you with a serious look on her face.
"Why do you hide?"
You blink slowly. "Why... why do I hide?" you repeat her question, almost dumbfounded.
"You are so beautiful," Asirpa says, unable to stop herself from smiling. "How many people get to say that their hair is as white as snow?"
"Quite a few, I'd imagine," Shiraishi says. Her immediate glare has him apologizing, "old people, I mean!"
Sugimoto finally speaks, his voice finding reason within: "You do not have to hide with us."
You purse your lips but allow yourself to give way to a small smile. "I appreciate that, but I do it to make things easier. For all of us."
"Easier?" Sugimoto asks, raising an eyebrow. "How is it easier for you?"
"I do not have to explain anything if I hide," you say. "I do not have to have a reason, or find it within myself to placate a worried peasant or noble or anything. If I hide, it is as if I do not exist in this world looking as I do."
"There is nothing wrong with how you look," Shiraishi blurts. His frown is deep, etching lines into his face. "Whoever made you think that is an idiot."
That causes a soft laugh to ripple through you. "So many people have, but at the end of the day, it is me. I have done it."
Asirpa watches you, gaze inquisitive if not altruistic itself. "Shiraishi is right. You are an idiot."
Your eyes widen.
"Do not think you have to hide," Asirpa says. "If someone says something to you, then I'll be sure they never look your way again!"
Sugimoto snorts. "I'll be sure to help you, then," he says, more to Asirpa than anyone. "Your broth is going to boil over."
The young girl curses softly under her breath, focusing her attention to the meal—she no longer looks at the three of you, preparing a delicious meal as always. It always fell to her.
Shiraishi leans back against his tree, head against the bark once more. His eyes fall to you, your face still bare to the stinging cold and setting sun.
"When I was younger," he says, keeping his eyes on you, "I was told to fear things that I did not understand. Told, taught, whatever you want to say. I think I've known for a while, now, that it's one of the biggest lies I've ever been told. I do not have to understand something to see its true purpose. Beauty does not begin in what people say it is. It exists regardless of what an old fart thinks."
"Getting all philosophical, are we, Shiraishi?" you slyly ask, unable to stop yourself from smiling. "I think that's the oddest and wisest thing I've heard you say in weeks."
He grins. "I have my moments."
Sugimoto grumbles under his breath, passing Asirpa a few vegetables when she asks. He looks to you, locking eyes almost immediately.
"Wear your garb if you want, but do not think we are here to pass judgement," he says. "You are a part of this group, and nothing will change that. It wouldn't have to begin with."
Your smile turns sad. "You say that, Sugimoto, but I have seen the reactions of so many people. Dozens have turned me away because of how I look. I have been shamed for merely existing."
"Well they're wrong," Sugimoto bristles. "To turn someone away because they look different?" His nose scrunches as he speaks. "You have to be a different kind of stupid to go as far as pushing someone away for something like that. To think you are one of the most interesting people I've met and you've suffered so much simply because you were born different. I don't understand people."
"Neither do I," you say, your agreement instantaneous.
The conversation simmers to a stop much like the meal finishes cooking within mere seconds of each other. You happily eat without needing to turn from the others, or find another place to eat so they would not see what was underneath your scarf.
You did not hide, though your insides screamed at you and your mind wished to do so more than anything.
A life spent hiding, and now here you were with the oddest group, all of whom appreciated you regardless of what you looked like. Fate may have dealt a cruel hand, putting you into a village of intolerable beings, but perhaps it made up for it in the long run. Knowing you did not have to hide was one thing. Seeing it with your own eyes, living in peace with those you trust most—that's another thing entirely. One you would never take for granted.
Can you do a headcanon for TVD? It’s about a fem!Reader who has albinism and doesn’t feel confident about it but the character reassures her or something like that. I have albinism and don’t see any docs about it at all.
ok byeeeee!!
Hii pookie, I hope you like this! Also I rolled this into a WIP that I already had, when I saw your request I just felt like it would fit in perfectly so I rewrote it <3! Thank you so much for the request and please send more in the future if you like this 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
Note: I do know a lot about feeling a little insecure about appearances. The route I took with this was comparing oneself to other black women which is something I sometimes catch myself doing (don't be like me, we're all beautiful guys) so I truly hope you like this and don't take offense at the way I went about this.
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❥ You were Klaus’s muse
❥ You did not know, and Klaus was choosing to keep it that way. For the first time in almost 1000 years, he was a little embarrassed at how stunned he was from your beauty
❥ When he saw you, he thought of a thousand new pieces. He honestly cannot explain why, and if you were to ask him he wouldn’t have an answer.
❥ And you did not feel the same way about yourself. Walking with Klaus was a spot light, all of New Orleans looking at you. Mostly with awe but you did not see it that way.
❥ Klaus just thinks that’s ridiculous. How can you not see your beauty, how can you not see how rare you are a literal one in a million beauty.
❥ You knew you were beautiful but when you compared yourself to others at times (a habit you tried time and time to break) you felt as if you’d never get picked first.
❥ So when Klaus Mikaelson himself landed eyes on you just minding your business at a coffee shop, and immediately began “courting” you, you were a little taken aback.
❥ Little did you know, from that day Klaus was drawing ornate sketches of you. He was sketching your curly hair, painting you almost obsessively when you first started going out, taking delight in finding the light strands of hair on his pillow from the night before while you took a shower
❥ We all know Klaus loves things you don't commonly see. He loves you. He loves your unique qualities, but he also loves you. He makes sure you know; he makes sure to compliment you, give you odd little pet names that show his affection in his own Klaus way.
❥ So when he comes home one night from a late-night stroll and saw you laying down in bed while scrolling through Instagram still in your pajamas. You had not moved from that same spot he had left you in when he woke up that afternoon, he knew something was up. Especially after you just muttered a greeting and continued scrolling.
"What the matter my love?"
"Nothing. I'm just tired."
"Tired? You've been in bed all day. If you're tired take a nap in the soft, luscious sheets we have."
❥ And you just roll your eyes in a mix of sadness and annoyance. Not even laughing out a little 'shut up' at him or just ignoring him with a little smile. You just roll your eyes, ignore his little remark and pull the sheets up tighter around yourself
❥ You don't look like the other black women on the street, you look different. This isn't a secret; it's clearly not something you can hide. And do you know you're beautiful? Yes. But still sometimes there's a nagging little voice in the back of your mind.
❥ And Klaus hates that voice with every fiber of his being.
He'd sit down softly next to you and run a large hand over the curve of your side while you kept staring at the screen. Rubbing his hand up and down your side, fingers grazing over your back while you let out a soft sigh.
"I don't know Klaus. I just feel...weird today. Like, less than beautiful. Sometimes I feel like a circus act or something. Did you know that 1 in 17,000 people have albinism? Why did I have to be the one?"
❥ Wordlessly, he'd slowly urge you out of the bed and slowly bring you to the mirror.
"What do you see?"
"Is this a new trick? I see me."
❥ You'd be looking at him with confusion through the glass with a light eyebrow raised and your light eyes glancing through at him. He shakes his head, planting a smooch to your forehead.
"I see a rare beauty. I see a beauty I could search a thousand more life times searching the world for and never find. You can feel as insecure as you'd like but it changes nothing: you are beautiful. And you are far more than your albinism, and I love each part of your personality and appearance darling."
❥ It was simple words that ordinarily are just really cheesy. But that was all you needed before you felt much better
❥ There's a picture of you on Pinterest, Rebekah showed Klaus and he was beaming with pride because finally the rest of the world was appreciating your beauty
❥ He keeps his array of paintings of you slightly hidden. If you ask, he will show you. He keeps them in a different part of his art studio, a part of his studio that he keeps to himself like a part of his heart.
❥ Overall, Klaus adores you. Even if there are days when you don't see it, he always does. And Klaus will always let you know.
Douma has been keeping you away from Muzan. He soon finds out and requests an both of you into the mansion. Because what demon wouldn’t be intrigued by a human that is sensitive to the sun. Angst, fluff. Reader is albino and therefore has the characteristics of albanism. Muzan is most likely out of character. This was a requested fic, however the original post kept deleting itself so I needed to scrap it and make a new one. Thanks to @cursetopia for requesting this it was interesting to write.
Your Pov
The room as cold and darkly lit as the only light was from a single candle on the far side of the room. Not that I minded absence of light as the sun was nearly umberable. I sat on my bed that master Douma provided me after "good behavior" or whatever that means. I can't leave or he'll kill me and my family and I can't risk that. How I long to see them, despite my apprearence they never hated me like the other villagers did. All they ever did was show me love. I curse the day that I was born. I stuck out everywhere, so its really no surprise that I was captured. In truth I hated myself and I despiretly wished I was normal because at least I'd have the chance at a regular life instead of being held captive by a demon.
The candle suddenly went out as I felt the room get even colder than before and I knew that he was here. His breath tickled the back of my skin and despite him randomly coming into my room, I forgot how to breathe.
"Ah you still get nervous when I see you, such a cute pet." He cooed that caused me to shudder internally. "You get to out today. My master wants to meet you." Douma spoke with annoyance
"Why?" I asked quietly
"You should know this by now, we demons are quite fond of humans that cannot be in the sun. Its almost like you're a demon yourself. Plus, your complextion is quite rare indeed. You're like a precious artifact." He cooed picking me up bridal style. I then suddenly found myself in a very large well lit room that seemed to go every which way. I was in awe as master Douma had never taken me to this place before.
"So this is the rare human that you have been keeping from me Douma?" A voice boomed overhead. I quickly shot my head up to see who this voice belonged to only to be met with gleaming pink-red eyes, that were somewhat similar to mine.
"Yes, my Lord Muzan this is her. Isn't she just ravishing, such a rare gem ought to be owned only by demons, don't you think?" My master cooed taking a strand of my snowy hair between his fingers. "She is my favorite pet." My master boasted.
"Tell me girl, how does the sun feel to you?" He questioned peering down at me.
"My Lord, the sun has always hurt my skin and I find it harder to see during the day." I spoke honestly and as respectfully as I could in a situation as nerve racking as this one. He nodded quietly and looked as though he was pondering something.
"She will come with me." Lord Muzan ordered suddenly.
"My Lord I have been taking care of this human for many years now, so she belongs to me." Master Douma spat. Muzan, without warning, then sent my masters head flying and I gasped at his speed and strength.
"Consider this payment for being an utter failure to me. I should kill you, but one of the upper moons was just killed recently, so I will be sparing you just this once." Lord Muzan demanded. Just as quick as it was gone, master Douma's head was now replace with a new one.
"Yes, My Lord." Douma bowed in defeat. He looked in my eyes and for the first time I noticed utter fear and hatred laced in them. I that look was not for me, but for the man that he called 'Lord.'
"Come girl." He ordered tunring from me and walking who-knows-where. I said nothing and followed knowing full well that if I did not, I might end up like master Douma, only I could not grow another head.
The sound of strumming vibrated the room and I felt the ground beneath me shift from up under my feet. As quick as a breath, I found myself standing in a semi well lit room that smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. It was a rather large room with four doors, a large bed, bookcases filled with books, and decorated in many different fresh flowers. The room master Douma provided me was small and cold and most nights I had to bundle myself up just to feel an ounce of warmth. However, this room was engulfed with warmth, but not too much that the heat was overpowering. I looked upon the room freely until once more Lord Muzan was right in front of me and I found myself looking into similar colored eyes once more.
"This is where you will be staying from now on. If you should need anything on of the maids will see to it. If they can't, then your needs will be met by me. The room is connected to a house that you are free to wonder in. However, if you wish to go outside you must tell one of the maid that you are doing so. I will allow you to also see your family three times a year to keep you happy. They will also be kept safe as well." Lord Muzan spoke calmly
"Thank you, My Lord!" I nearly exclaimed at the thought of seeing my family again. "Forgive the question, but why have you gone to so much trouble?" I asked cringing at the fact that I even asked him this.
"I am not overly fond of anyone questioning me, but considering your situation I will allow it just once. Do you understand?" He quickly spat and I nodded my head showing my understanding as my words failed me. "You are here because you are a human worthy of life. Your unnatural hair is similar to that of a demons. As is your skin that is pale and lifeless yet beautiful. And your eyes that share a similar shade to mine, make you worthy of life and my protection. You, girl, are the very definition of a rarity and something that must be protected from humans and demons alike." Lord Muzan procalaimed stepping closer to me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I could feel his breath hit my face and I felt small as he towered over me. I was shocked to say the least as no one has ever truly told me I was worthy of life, not even master Douma. I slightly winced at the realization that other humans were trash to him, but I can't argue with him or else I would most likely suffer. "I must go now, there are things that I must attend to." Muzan spoke and just as quick as I met him, he was gone.
I let go a shaky breath that I was holding and walked over to the bed. Throwing myself on it I sighed in contentment to how soft it was. The room was comfortable to say the least, but now my situation was worse than before. I was being held hostage by Lord Muzan himself, but my tiredness washed away the feeling of panic. As did my relization that I would indeed be taken care of, but for how long. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best sleep that I had gotten in years with thoughts of the man with similar eyes to mine.
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Can I request: Headcanons of you fem s/o being albino shy and gentle to male characters of Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi, Lui Kang, Baraka, Syzoth, Havik, Reiko, Shang Tsung and Rain please?
[ ~"Angel"~ ] - Mortal Kombat 1
Ohhh what an interesting prompt!!! I never knew humans could be albinos! this was so interesting to learn! thanks human! I hope you like what I make up in here <3
What contains?
Albino Reader, Female Reader, Shy Reader, Gentle Reader
How is visualized as?
Cople Relation Ship, Family Relation Ship, Friend Relation Ship
Raiden
-He definitely is surprised looking at you, is very rare to find albinos humans so your interesting traits caught his eyes, of course, he will be respectful and not make you uncomfortable, but he has to admit you are hard to not stop looking
-Your being shy makes Raiden see this as very cute and he understands, he will be nice to you and respect your boundaries, he will never force you if you do not feel ready for something, he will let you feel comfortable and ready with anything
-Another thing Raiden finds cute but mostly, respect and trust with you is your gentle personality, even though you are shy you are there for people, like after he trains you always give him towers and even fruits if he feels hungry after the training, he really appreciates all this actions from you
-He of course, is interested in knowing more about you, it is very common for you two to talk for hours, being Raiden the one who talks and you hearing him, or the opposite way, is not matter as you two having a good time, normally in the gardens of the template
Kung Lao
-Ditto but oh man, he not hiding his surprised, straight-out mouth open, wide eyes looking at you, this makes you feel even more shy of looking Kung Lao expression, eyes never leaving you, Raiden is the one to put Kung Lao to his place
-He will take any moment to be near you and talk to you, for not say giving you praises of your appearance and albino traits, this makes you so shy! Your white skin will not hide your blush, something Kung Lao likes, of course if you dont like this kind of interaction Kung Lao understands and respects your boundaries, after all he does not like Jhonny
-He finds adorable like even though you are shy you are gentle with everyone, is normal Kung Lao to get a little injured after training, sometimes due he overpasses the limits and gets into the adrenaline of the battle, you always there to help him with this injures, even are not serious you always insist to help hi with it, and who is him to denied this gentle request?
-He likes to admire you when you are in places where the sunlight is giving they best, due he can admired you, is like you are a angel who fall from he heaven ya know? i think the best thing you two like to do is take walks, where? who cares! as long you two are together and talking and enjoy the time
Kenshi Takahashi
-Sadly he can't see your albino traits :( but at least with Sento (sometimes) can see how pretty you are, he will not say anything mostly to not make you uncomfortable, but if you ever have insecurities about your appearance he will be there to tell you otherwise, his words are always honest
-He understands why you are shy, after all his appearance is not the best to give "friendly" vibes, and lest not mention he was a yakuza...but he will never will give this information to you, the least he wanna do is scared you and be more afraid of him
-He flushed in your gentle personality, how always you insist on helping him with his "eyes", he always says he ok and that already healed even so he let you check him, so your fingers carefully touch near his "eyes" all light touches, and you always came up with some medicine recipes to make him feel better (mostly cream recipes) he dont see any of this necessary after all, his injures as bee already heal, but that not mean he very thankful and flushed from you gentle actions
-He likes to hear you, after all, he is not a very talker person, but he will indeed talk if you have questions or you are interested to know what he did for the day, etc. The most common topic is always about him, you are just very curious about how he deals life being blind, and you always praise him, you gentle behavior as seems to have no limits
Reiko
-He dint know humans could be this pretty, that the first thing that crossed his mind, looking at you from the distance, looking at each of your albino traits, at some point he can't believe humans could look like that, something of course make you shy from feeling his eyes on you
-He thinks you are shy becuse of him, his appearance are not the best, after all, he is a soldier and you tenecly an angel was a discreet difference, but he never crosses your limit, he lets you feel comfortable around him as long you need
-Even though you have that shy behavior, your gentle behavior was most stronger one, you are always there to help him with any injury he has after a battle, he most of the time shows himself stronger denies your request, but after insisting he let you attend his injures, even he dont show thankful for this gentle actions from you, he inside he is
-I think he most of the time ask you about your appearance, of how humans can look like this and how happen to be that way, good thing you know how to answer him, after all a lot of people as ask you almost the same questions, even this questions can be seen just Reiko being curious, he worried about you, you are a easy target being so white and so pretty, he will make sure you not fall from any danger
Rain
-Thanks of your Albino's traits, now he is interested in knowing Human biology and every aspect of it, but besides that he will not be like the rest just watching in the distance, he will approach at you and talk to you fully interested to know about you and of course, praise you albino traits something make you feel shy
-He understands why you are shy, i mean, your albino traits make you be in the spotlight, eyes always on you, people are always interested about you, he can understand that overwhelming experiece you have to deal all the time, and not starting the people who will take any chance to use you, i guess sometimes being so pretty and unique can be also a curse
-He finds it cute that your gentle behavior of always want to help him, any magic he wants to try, always you helping him giving him the ingredients he needs, but he mostly appreciate when you gentle is a pure state, just being nice with people in general, is something he respect
-Yall like to walk at the beach, enjoy the sound of the water while the sun is slowly fading away to give the welcome to the moon, Rain is the most talked one in these moments, but if you need something to say he all hears, posebly you two like recollect shells and if any luck pearls
Baraka
-Eyes on you, he feels overwhelmed by your appearance, is this a joke? Is he hallucinating? or you are an actual angel finally gonna take him to the other life? he needs time to process what he seeing so surely you already left due feeling shy about having his eyes on you :(
-After that he will apologize of his before behavior he dint want to make you uncomfortable, he feels very sorry about it, and mostly...after all you two are so different, you are an angel and he was a monster, he understands you feel afraid of him and he will not have hard feelings if you think that way
-but gentle behavior kicks in fast if Baraka shows or talks about it, telling him he is not a monster, none of this is he fault due is the Tarkat, and mostly even he looks a "monster" outside you know Baraka was the sweet and kind person in the inside, something that flatters him for you gentle behavior and words
-He keeps more distance from you, he dont want you to get the tarkat from him so he makes sure to be very distant but still egnoft you still can see each other, he thinks the same as Reiko, you are an easy target, anyone can take you due you beauty, even he can't be al the time with you he will make sure does time you two are together, keep you safe from anyone
Shang Tsung
-Ho,ho,ho~ he is very interested in you, and already has a smug expression as looks all your albino traits, nonetheless, he is impressed and seeing you shy due he looking at you feel his ego, he will not doubt to get close to you and use that snake tongue to give you praises and nice words
-Seeing you so shy around him, he adores it~ and he will take this for his on enjoyment and fun, how you blush, how you shake you body of how shy you are, you just so fragile, so easy~
-Even so, he is impressed of gentle you are with him, he can't understand why you are that way, he sees you like a very easy target, someone too easy to break, after all he is a bad guy, you are just a rabbit talking to a snake, you was in such danger, but dont worry, Shang Tsung will not hurt you....yet
-He wonders if your Albino traits are just to make you look pretty or have something real useful for sorcery, dont worry like I say he will not hurt you yet, so mostly he will take parts of your hair without you noticing and use it to investigate what he can found with it
Syzoth
-Eyes on you in awe, you are just so pretty, he dont have words another that look at you in the distance, he noticed you noticed him and how you go away, soon realized he acidently make you uncomfortable
-He will approach, giving you personal space and apologies for what happened before, telling you you are pretty and more praise, he was shy as you so you two have very small talks before feeling comfortable arround each other
-He flushed at your gentle behavior, if his tail is out you can notice it moving back and forth anytime is near you, you already know about is a zaterran, possibly because he told you when was presenting to you or some of his friends told you, curious to know his Zaterran form, sadly he won't show you, he dont want to scare you, but telling him you not gonna be scared of him and he not need to be insecure about his appearance, is something calms him...maybe in a near future he will show you his zaterran form
-You remind him Ashrah and surely in no time he presents you at her (Soon you three become the best friend group), he likes to give you white flowers and white gemstones and white feathers, gifts that remind him to you, is something at always make you blush of his gentle behavior
Havik
-He thinks you are an Angel, he never saw a human like you before, so he makes him hard to believe you are a human, its a confusing scenario for both of you
-Havik understands why you are shy at him, or more easily to say scared, his appearance and mostly his face are not the best for a first impression, and let's not mention his powers...so he does not mind if you scared to arpoche at him
-Even if you are shy your gentle behavior is most stronger, worried about the big injury Havik have in his mouth, he dont care about it but he let you to touch it, feeling that light touches on his injury, you ask him why his powers dint work to health this injure? he questions that too long time ago, Quan Chii powers look like have some flaws
-He thinks the same as Baraka and Reiko, you are an easy target, you pretty appearance can get you a lot of problems with people wanna use it, and he will not let that happen, he not let someone hurt you
Liu Kang
-He looks at you but has a very calm and even tender expression, is a surprised to see an albino human so is a nice surprise for him, even though you feel shy having his eyes on you somehow you also feel comfortable and safe, maybe a difference of the others just look in surprised, liu kang was more calmest one and his expression give all the hints of "you are pretty" sings in the most honest way
-He understands why you are shy, and he gives you all the space and time you need to feel comfortable to approach, is been times Liu Kang is just sitting meditating, eyes closed and cleaning his mind, when he can feel your steps getting close to him and you just sit next to him, sometimes doing the same, is a nice experience, no words, just enjoying both company
-He saw what you do with his friends, how gentle you are to help him in any kind they need, you always there for everyone and that sweet and admirable, that has to be rewarded right? you dont need to be sweet to him, he already knows you are a kind heart, so please, just enjoy the picnic!
-Knowing is a god, you surely ask him about your albino traits even personality, if was all his plan to be this way, he responds you with a no, he dint plan you come out with all these traits, he only interfered and did stuff to the world, but most of the time he not interfered or control people life, so you came out like this normally
Hey ... My name is Clara. I discovered your blog right now and I was surprised that I was not the only one who fell in love with our J. 💜 Recently I am feeling very bad with my appearance because I am albino and this has always left me very insecure, and also limit what I can do or do not. I really wanted to know how the Joker would react to my insecurities, if possible. I don't know if you don't feel comfortable writing something about my condition, so forgive me if I was inconvenient.💜💚😔
Hi, Clara!!!💙
You are most definitely not the only one who loves J; there’s so many of us here who love that stinky feral trash panda 😂 I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve been feeling badly about your appearance, my love, that’s such a heavy feeling and you don’t deserve that at all, not even for a moment. I did some quick research on albinism and I’ve done my best to write as accurately and as respectfully as I can; please correct me if anything is wrong, my love, and know that it is completely unintentional!💗 I had a lot to say about this, so I’ve done some quick headcanons for you!💚 I hope you like them! 💝You’re never an inconvenience, angel! I’m so sorry for such a late reply. Life’s been A Lot recently but I’m using today, a rare day off, to do as much as I can! But I digress...
J reacting to an s/o who is insecure about their albinism
Word count: 656.
I just want to start off by saying that J doesn’t care. Not in a nasty way, but he accepts people as they are for all that they are. He’s very open minded and non-judgemental; you accept him and he accepts you, that’s as simple as it gets with a man as complex as J.
J doesn’t care about your appearance. He just doesn’t. Not that he would ever say this out loud, and especially to you, but in the back of his head, J thinks it would be largely hypocritical of him if he did care about your appearance, what with his own macabre makeup, ghastly scar (in his mind; to everyone else he’s beautiful) and eccentric, brightly coloured suit.
When he finds out that you sometimes get insecure about your appearance, J is genuinely confused. What is there to be insecure about?
He sits down beside you and you catch the confusion which flashes across his face. His chocolate gaze is fixed on your face and though he looks completely unbothered, the way that his knees are facing you tells you that he wants to understand.
J wants to know you, his latest and greatest puzzle, and all of your insecurities spill past your lips like someone left a tap running.
You tell him everything and when you’re done, J is quiet for a few moments as his mind ticks over your words. He listens to you but he hears everything that you don’t say and these are the things which he focuses on, the things which he responds to.
He’s a man of his word, after all, and though he’s also a man of action, you can trust him when he tells you, “I, ah - don’t care, doll. Ya’ you no matter what ya’ look like, hm? Ya’ condition doesn’t define ya’ - you define you.”
J can see that you’re not wholly convinced, so he slings an arm around your shoulders and he pulls you into him, pressing a messy and deliberately sloppy kiss to the top of your head. He makes an exaggerated “mwah” noise as he pulls away and it makes you smile.
“There ya’ are.” Is all J says and that’s that. He accepted you for all of you a long time ago and he never questions anything beyond surface level curiosity; it’s more fun to learn on the go, and goodness knows that you never get your own answers to questions about J, so why should he receive answers to his questions? That’s hardly fair.
He accepts your condition as it is and he does everything he can to help you and to aid your way, especially visually.
When J first came to your home (he crashed through your window, battered and bleeding, in pain, soaked from the rain and cackling the whole time), he noticed that the light in the room was kept low and he also picked up immediately on anything else which you have in place, and J always makes sure that those things are maintained.
If there’s no way to protect you or make things easier on you within a certain setting, then J won’t take you there and he’ll make... alternative arrangements which usually involves killing several goons once they have helped him to set up a ‘date’.
J is a man of his word and after the first time when you were taken aback that J had gone to such lengths for you, he said, “I’ll - ah, always protect ya’, doll. I’m a man of my word.” He meant it, too.
J is very protective of his possessions and though he doesn’t own you, though you aren’t an object, you are his and so you fall under the same category.
There’s nothing he won’t do for you and J proves this time and again.
outline ; “hii i love your writing! i am wondering if you could do some headcanons for hunter x albino! witch! reader? im talking white hair, purple hair, light sensibility etc all ths traits”
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
hunter is initially quite shocked by your appearance because, as is the case in the human realm, albinism is an exceptionally rare trait for witches or demons to have
of course he’s not rude about it or anything, but it’s the standard ‘oh’ kind of reaction that you’ve probably gotten throughout your life
but after that initial surprise you do end up getting along quite well, which would inevitably progress into a relationship
after the whole day of unity/titan-belos-monstrosity thing, anyway
and it’s a pretty normal relationship all things considered
like you make fun of each other and laugh together
you make each other smile so broadly your cheeks hurt and speak so much your throats ache
you’re affectionate and silly and so very in love as you spend the first few years of your life together finding yourselves and growing as people and helping rebuild your home
he spends his days working on his craft as a palisman carver under dell’s guidance and his nights working with you to help make your home a better, safer place
since his shifts start so early (at his own insistence, mind you), he’ll leave you with a kiss on the cheek and a note on his side of the bed reminding you to wear your sunglasses out
he knows your eyes are sensitive and he also knows that there are days where you end up rushing out of the door and forgetting them in the mayhem of the morning rush
that being said he thinks your eyes are absolutely stunning and insists that their colour is his favourite thing in the universe
he compliments you on them often as a result — so i hope you’re not too easily flustered
hunter also thinks your hair looks cool but he doesn’t comment on it much — not unless you style or cut it a specific way, of course
he’s massively protective over you and has a very short fuse when it comes to those who are trying to judge or insult you for your condition
he may no longer be the golden guard, but he still knows how to throw a punch and he isn’t afraid to get dirty to protect you
even if you end up having to patch him up afterwards
