☆ 'kota ☆

- 25 - they/she - rdr2 obsessed, jjk obsessed - '𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦' '

[trailtothesun]

"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊." / "𝕴 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖊𝖆𝖙, 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖞."

✯ 'kota. twenty four. she/they. yearner. ✯

[trailtothesun]

me posting again?? who am i.. anyways. i had another thought that needed to get out :D -no curses, wild west with tojikuna!! (omegaverse of course ;) ) cw: previous child loss-

the west was a tough thing. something that you broke like a wild horse, or it left you to rot in the dry grass and blazing sun. yet it was an easy thing to tame when you had the reins already in your hands. an easy thing to soothe and take lead when you had it at your fingertips.

he was their youngest. the one they didn't want to have. an accident, really. an accident they had to keep even when they could barely feed the three mouths they already had. he wasn't wanted, wasn't loved. he knew nothing but loneliness the moment he took his first breath on that cold winter day. a lonely child that turned into something fierce, into something feared with a bounty that only grew and grew the longer he had a beast underneath him.

a slippery thing is what he was. the law had no chance to tame him, had no chance to snag that wild thing and break it, to tame it. he was wild and feral, unbroken and unchained. that black cowboy hat with beads 'round the rim, or the flash of that black metal of his guns was the last thing you saw before he was taking off. a sly grin and wild eyes. a wild omega that rushed through and left fear in plenty hearts. a slippery thing like him was easy to fall in with others, was easy to slip right in and make himself at home. he could never quite remember how they met, but they hit it off like no other. they were stuck together like glue. where one went, the other followed. they robbed an' killed an' stole together. hunted an' made a home in some abandoned ranch house. and for once, toji had felt the inklings of what being wanted was like. he felt like he belonged, like he was meant for something. yet the rot in his bones was still there, rot that wouldn't leave, but ate until it couldn't anymore.

his luck was bound to run out and he could feel it licking up his spine. he watched it with their boy, when those bullets rang through that valley. when horses fell and men were gurgling. his blood curdling wail was forever planted in that valley. his tears were forever planted in that dirt as it caked under his nails. they took their boy, took his light. what was once a bright thing was dull. that grin that stretched across wanted posters was gone. dull eyes and a deep frown stared back at any who grabbed that rotten paper in hopes of the bounty that sat above his head. the moment another horse was under him, he was gone. slipping away like he'd done so many times before.

the summers were hot. dark hair clung to sweaty skin and he was often pulling worm through the waters to cool off. his stop in town was a quick one, only to grab provisions and meat from the butcher before he was gone. the whispers were there though, the stares. the sheriff was watching and toji could only tip his hat in greeting, that familiar rim hiding dull eyes.

the camp was a small one, the fire only going just hot enough to keep the snakes away and to cook. his saddle lay in the grass, covered haphazardly by the blanket he took before he left. it was an old thing, frayed and with too many holes, but his scent was on it until it faded away. that scent toji thought too many times about, but he could never bring himself to go back to that ranch house. his belts laid atop it, his boots tossed aside with his hat somewhere in the middle. wet hair clung to a wet face, wet clothes clung to wet skin. those long braids dipped deep in the water, moving with the slight current. worm's head was moving, the stallion huffing at the sound of hooves. brows pinched together and fingers tangled in a wet mane. his breath felt caught in his throat at the sight, his grip growing even tighter. nah, this couldn't be true.

"you're a hard thing to find, y'know?" came that familiar voice. that voice toji sometimes dreamed about, that voice he sometimes craved for so deeply he couldn't breathe through the ache. a sputtering laugh escaped him, green eyes rolling playfully. he didn't look a lick different. maybe his skin was darker, maybe his hair was a little lighter, but it was the same ol' sukuna he remembered. the red hat an' red chaps. the boots with spurs that jingled every time he walked.

"what'chu lookin' for me for?" toji called out, his fingers slowly untangling from that wet mane. sukuna couldn't help the huff that escaped his lips, his hands moving from the reins as he swung his leg over the large horse.

"can't go lookin' for ya now?" that ache grew tight in his chest and toji let out a stuttering breath as he stared. this was the man that wanted him, the alpha that picked him for a mate. the alpha that wanted him so deeply. and toji threw it away. he ran with his grief, ran away like he could handle it himself, but he didn't. most days were hard to remember, most days he could barely move from the small camp he made. he was getting sloppy in some of his heists and one too many times did he almost get snagged by the law. what was once a wild thing, a feral thing with a sly grin, was now something broken.

"dunno why you'd wanna." toji grumbled as he pushed through the water, bare feet finally hitting the warm grass. worm lingered before he was following him out, trotting right up to sukuna's beast. that same beast he used to run with.

those familiar eyes stared at him, stared and stared like they were looking through him and seeing his soul. seeing the dull thing that rested between his ribs. the alpha reached out, grabbing that wet shirt to pull him close. their foreheads knocked together and toji could only breathe in that smell: the burning smoke and spice. the same smell he dreamed about, that same smell he craved.

"yer an idiot, 'ji." sukuna rumbled as calloused hands worked their way up the side of his neck until they cupped hot cheeks. "i wanted to find ya. been searchin' for ya."

toji could only hum, his throat closing up at those words. it was easy to slip away. easy to run from his problems and grief and suffocate the loneliness that ate away at his inside, but it was hard to forget about home. hard to forget about a home he made inside a man that picked him for him, that wanted him for himself. toji was a wild thing, a feral thing that no one could break or tame, and that was what drew sukuna in. another wild thing that no one could break or tame.

"want ya home, yeah?" he murmured, his fingers working their way to rest against the bite that was forever pressed into his skin. sukuna didn't tame the omega, no. he ran with him. they both ran wild and feral, they both couldn't be broken.

"yeah.. a'ight." toji finally murmured out as he tilted his head up just enough to brush their lips together.

sukuna would pull him apart, would flay him open and eat the rot from his ribs before he put him back together again and toji would allow it. he would allow himself to let the alpha burrow his way back into his ribs, back into his soul and into his heart. he would let himself be wanted again, to be loved.

[trailtothesun]

continuation of my last post??? and another long one??? i'm full of thoughts. i need a title for this thing.

-no curses heian era with tojikuna w/ smut! (omega toji!!!! with a pussy of course)-

the feast of the wedding was a delicious one. full of juicy meats hunted by the king himself, full of sweets that could feed the villages for months. kegs of sake had been gone through, carried up by the servants when one got too low and a guest was asking for more. the excitement had been felt throughout the night, yet the king did not feel the same. he was much ready for it to be done, for the guests and the noise to leave the imperial palace. he wanted it back the way it was, the quiet he constantly craved.

his- theirs now- rooms were put together neatly. the furs of a bear laid out on the floor, the woven fabrics of his blankets the same deep red and black. little things of toji's had been added. his chest of weapons, his clothing added into the cupboard that held sukuna's. mingling as if they'd always been one.

the shoji doors were pulled open, letting in the warm evening breeze and the few chirps of the birds that were still awake. the large beast lounged comfortably in his bed, his sokutai long pulled open to expose that tan skin and dark ink. smoke puffed from his lips as dark eyes watched the omega sitting at the vanity. clinks and small thuds hit the wood as he pulled the pins and jewels from his hair, letting the dark strands finally fall. he rubbed at the sore scalp brows slightly pinched together. the junhitoe still laid over him, the underlayers clinging to his skin.

movement could be heard behind him, the rustle of blankets. "come here." came the deep voice and toji turned to look at him. it was no lie the king was handsome. a sharp jaw and strong nose, eyes that seemed to bore into you if they looked too long. dark ink and scars that told stories the omega was curious about. he stood, his feet padding lightly over, muffled by the furs below him. strong hands moved to the silks, pulling each layer away to pool at toji's feet. he was tall for an omega, broad and with too much muscle. the whispers from the elders, from his father echoed through his ears, but the warm hands on his skin silenced them.

they pulled him closer, pulled him until he was standing between thick thighs. lips pressed against his skin causing goosebumps to rush across it as his stomach tensed. they trailed along his skin, soft and gentle. it was nothing like he had seen when they fought, but he'd be filthy liar if he denied his enjoyment of it.

the bed was plush under his back, the pillows soft with feathers. he was laid out like a present, his hair fanning across the pillows like a dark halo above his head. the sokutai was pulled off, leaving sukuna just as bare as toji was. the large beast crawled above him, bumping their foreheads together before he moved, his lips trailing along his skin again. teeth pressed deep into the skin above his hip causing a small hum to push out of his lips. fingers dug into his thighs to push them apart and expose the wet heat between them. the swipe of the tongue between his lips had toji's thighs tensing under the grip that was on them. it's a feast between his legs then. the slick noise filling the room with every swipe of sukuna's tongue and every suck to his clit. small moans fell from bitten lips, brows pinching together and thighs trying to close. he kept them open, sucking and licking like it was the last meal he'd ever have. fingers pressed into the wet heat, digging deeper and deeper with every push they made and every suck or lick that was given.

he was soaked, slick pushing out with every thrust of those fingers. toji's fingers tangled in pink hair, his grip tightening to pull him closer. the gentleness was a shock to his system. it was everything he wasn't used to and he craved it. he didn't want it to stop. his speed only quickened when the thighs around sukuna's head started to tremble. his fingers kept going, he kept feasting on the cunt in front of him before toji tensed up and came with a gush of slick around his fingers. the alpha only pulled away when the hand in his hair pushed at his forehead. the bottom half of his face was wet, shining with the slick of toji. "turn over." he rumbled, his hands cupping his hips to help.

toji's cheek smushed against the pillows, his skin flushed pink and thighs still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. his own fingers could never bring himself to this pleasure, no matter how hard he tried.

his hips were pulled up just enough for the wet tip of sukuna's cock to press between his lips, to tease the clenching hole of his cunt. sticky lips pressed kisses up his spine and when they pressed a kiss, a bite against his shoulder, sukuna was pushing in. fingers dug deep into the blankets, toes curling. "fuck." he gasped out, word shaky. the alpha sat up and his fingers dug into the skin around his hips, pulling and pulling until they were flush together. he was full, so incredibly full. the first few thrusts were gentle, letting him get used to the large intrusion in his cunt. when he relaxed, when his cunt loosened, sukuna sped up. deep and hard like he was trying to make his home there. it pulled the breath from toji's lungs, his moans breathless and brows pinched. "good?" sukuna asked, a hand running up the length of his spine until those fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck. he couldn't speak, only nodding with weak 'mhm'.

his next orgasm caught him by surprise. his cunt clenched around the thick cock in it, his spine curling like he was trying to get away from it, but he was kept in place. he trembled and gushed, knees slipping until he was flat against the bed and fingers scrambled for something to cling onto, the blankets or the hand at his hip. his cock felt deeper then, like it was up in his lungs. the weight on his back was welcoming, an arm wrapping around toji's waist to pull him flush against sukuna's chest. it was loud in his ringing ears, the thrusts wet and unforgiving. deeper and deeper.

marks were sucked into his sweaty skin. teeth pressed deep, marking their home in his body. toji's moans echoed through the room, filtering out into the gardens through the open shoji doors. sukuna's grunts were muffled, quiet but loud in his ears. it was a pleasure toji craved, but shied away from until now.

his cunt was loud and wet, soaking the thick cock and heavy balls. the knot grew, pressing at his entrance with every deep hit. the hand left his hip, the arm moved from his waist and the hands planted themselves beside toji to gain the leverage sukuna needed. shaky fingers wound around a thick wrist, nails digging into the ink that surrounded it.

the knot popped in on a particularly hard thrust, locking the two together. sukuna ground his hips against the omega, his balls pulling tight as he finally came in that hot heat. toji jerked at the sudden intrusion, his leg kicking and cunt spasming as another orgasm rushed through him with such force he couldn't breathe. the blankets grew wetter as it racked through him, soaking himself and the alpha behind him. he tried to pull himself away, tried to get it to stop, but sukuna only followed, his hips rocking and grinding to keep it going. the whimper fell from his lips before he could stop it and the teeth biting into his neck had him moaning loud against the blankets below his face.

the breeze was welcoming against their sweaty skin as they laid tangled together at their sides. the hand carding through his hair was comforting, leaving him pliant and boneless. the tremors in his thighs were still there, the tightness in his chest growing. this was freedom, he'd come to realize. even when he has a babe growing in his womb, he wasn't under any crushing thumbs anymore. the only crushing weight he'd accept without a fight is the alpha that laid behind him.

"good?" came the question again, muffled against toji's sweaty shoulder. "good." he whispered, their fingers tangled together.

[trailtothesun]

(back on my no curses heian era bullshit with omega toji [of course, yummy yummy], but something long? who am i?)

their wedding is an extravagant thing. the imperial palace is full of life and full of people from all over. lords and ladies, the three big clans. the hall was full of voices and music, of conversations that floated along the walls between strangers and friends. cups were clinked, drinks downed, and food feasted upon like it could be their last. the palace was decorated beyond it usually was. tapestries rolled out, the wood polished so cleanly you could see your own reflection in it.

yet excitement could be felt. the king, the almighty powerful king finally finding a mate? who would've thought. so many letters and proposals denied, yet this omega is who caught his eye? the stain on the zen'in, a thing born of hatred and sorrow, of loneliness. hidden away to be forgotten like the dust under their beds.

his presence was suffocating. oppressing to some. the spicy scent filled the palace like it was a second skin, covering anything that stayed in it too long. he was much too relaxed in his seat, in the throne of black wood and red upholstery. the tigers carved into the wood were done with such carefulness, such precision. the black silk of his sokutai blended in, making him look larger than he already was. a large hand held the half drunken cup of sake, red eyes watching the crowd like they would entertain him somehow. he much hated the noise. he'd rather it be quiet or be in his rooms with the omega that sat at his side.

he was a quiet thing, much quieter than he was when they had their battle. dark hair was pulled up and out of bored green eyes. even with the pins and jewels that glittered within it, poking at an already sore scalp, some strands fell loose and stuck to sweaty skin. the junhitoe was heavy on his shoulders and hot, yet the blacks and reds of the silk fabrics shone beautifully against the light of the dying sun. the twelve layers were much too warm in the summer heat, but he sat. he stayed, he didn't move from his spot even though he earned it. the thumbs of the elders, of his father, still crushed him down and their soulless eyes seemed to bore into him as if they were trying to take the rest of him. what more could they take that they hadn't already? maybe what the king had taken. the last bit of hope, the last bit of life he managed to keep and push into the man beside him.

"you're much too quiet." the deep voice rumbled, quiet only for his ears to hear. a hum escaped his lips as he looked off to the side, gliding over the tapestries full of stories. "don't have much to say." he finally murmured, glancing towards the large beast beside him. it caused a huff to escape his lips as he brought the cup to them, finishing what was left within.

as much as it was overwhelming, too loud with too many eyes, it was a fresh start. he would no longer be the stain on the zen'in. no, he was the mate of the king. of the king that the three clans often feared. he was an equal in the imperial palace. the crushing force of the elders couldn't touch him here, couldn't bring him to sore knees to kneel. the king knew as such. the mystery at his side was a mystery he would solve. a mystery he would pull apart and put back together in the correct order. he would bury it deep within his skin, between his ribs where it was warm and protected, where nothing dared to touch. a safe space for the quiet thing at his side.

[trailtothesun]

tojikuna heian era w/ omegaverse (of course)

toji's the first omega in centuries born into the zen'in clan, much to their dismay, so he's still looked down upon.

sukuna's the emperor/king (still called king of curses!!!)

anyways, sukuna gets wind of it and demands toji to a duel with some requirements of course. if sukuna wins, toji becomes his wife and if toji wins, well he gets the honor of being the one to beat the all mighty king.

of course sukuna wins ;) cause he's a dirty fighter and toji goes with him

and it like ends up in toji's favor anyways bc he's away from the zen'in and gets a freedom that he wasn't expecting

he still has to have sukuna's heirs and at first they were like prickly with each other but they end up falling in love harder than either of them imagine

(was this from a sukugo fanfic i read? ... maybe. i love it though, it was so so good)

[trailtothesun]

tojikuna is like that by sleep token (two of my loves)

this is them

oooh man

their love is just- it's just-

[trailtothesun]

tojikuna, my loves

their love is rough, sloppy :)

making out is all teeth and tongue, bites and blood from bitten lips

even better if it's omegaverse (my one true love)

they bite and leave marks and it's sloppy and bloody and-

[chorsy-deactivated20251007]

Just me thinking about John with an eyepatch

[purgatorygrl]

We don't talk enough about how incredibly handsome he is

[loveridden1999]

this pride month i pray for free and safe Palestine for all my fellow queer Palestinians and for everyone

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[kuromi-hoemie]

bisexual deployed

[averybellearchive-deactivated20]

if ur a bi woman thank u for ur service

[averybellearchive-deactivated20]

[trailtothesun]

modern day au brain rot hits once again 🫡

arthur being in the rodeo when he was younger and like being pretty popular w all his wins and yeah

WELL, WELL. when john takes off for that year or however long he was gone, HE JOINED THE RODEO TOO!!! becomes a big name in it (obviously not in the same state.. or should it be?? hmmm..), has tons of wins and when he comes back to the ranch, it's something he doesn't talk about

[zerozerozio]

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

[boimann]

reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements

[bacony-cakes]

please bother me with questions and statements

[trailtothesun]

omegaverse rdr2, right?? (i love omegaverse, it's my one true love)

omega john and alpha arthur who have been mated for some time now but like it's not news in the camp (their marks are hidden under their clothes 🤭)

anyways, anyway, the two of them are always brushing against each other and are at each other's sides. wherever john is, arthur's there and where arthur is, john's there. they always like take time out of camp (it's mostly john coming w arthur bc he wants to spend time with him so they're in the woods looking at animals or john's at his side while arthur draws 😭)

one more, one more. arthur introducing john to like all the ppl he helps out (like the ones w multiple long side mission parts), so albert, the veteran, etc

[trailtothesun]

john being partially blind in his left eye so arthur always stands on that side 🤭 (arthur definitely uses some excuse even though he's bright red and looking away when john calls him out)

[personallyidislikeithere-deacti]

molly o’slay…