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shockinglysubmissive · 1 year

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The Video

Shigaraki needed some porn, and Dabi was willing to provide it, at a cost of course.

Warning: pseudo-incest (video of sibling), masturbation, degradation, unprotected sex, humiliation

Solo Shigaraki and Dabi x Karuna (OC)

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Tag list (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @dabislittlebeaniebaby @daniidil @dabislittlemouse

Being a villain means having to go deep into the shadows. That means, no internet for months at a time.

"Come on Dabi. You brag about all the sexy videos the mystery girl sends you. Share. I need something good to beat my cock to." Shigaraki practically whines, gloved hands reaching for Dabi's phone.

"Fine. But I'm warning you. You will regret this in the end." The devious smirk on Dabi's face doesn't deter the scrawny man. Scrolling through an album of photos and videos, he finally selects his favorite. It was the longest one in the collection. "I'll show it on one condition. You aren't allowed to cum until..." His finger drag across the screen, zooming through the video. "25 minutes 46 seconds."

"Whatever. Just give me it!" Shigaraki wets his lips with his tongue, hungrily waiting for the video.

"I'm not showing you until you swear. And trust me, I'll know of you lied to me." Dabi says firmly, holding the phone away from his boss.

"Fine fine. I promise. Now give me." He snatches the phone and runs off to his room. Moving so quickly, he didn't notice Dabi appearing amused, which would have given him his first clue to be concerned.

The preview of the video shows a stomach bulging out due to Dabi's cock buried deep inside them. Unable to wait any longer, he presses play, the video loading and suddenly spread legs fill the screen.

Black lace panties cling to a torturously wet pussy. "Go on. Told ya, bitch. You're not getting my cock today unless I get to film ya. Make it entertaining. You owe me for being a fucking brat." Dabi's voice growls from behind the camera. Eerily familiar manicured hands creep into the frame and slide the sticky panties off.

Shigaraki fights to take his belt and pants off with one hand, the other tightly gripping the phone, not wanting to miss a second of the twitching pussy showing on the screen. Growing frustrated with how long it is taking, he raises a gloved hand to his mouth, biting a finger to remove his hand from inside. With his lower clothing now nothing more than dust, he grips the base of his cock.

Turning his attention fully to the video, a grin spreads across his face as a dildo, too large for her tight hole, appears. Broken sobs, not even close to forming words fill his ears as inch by inch, the toy is sucked into her needy cunt. Only half of the toy was filling her, but babbles of "too much" and "gonna cum" are repeated over and over again.

"That thing is no bigger than me. Come on. You can take more." Shifting into frame slightly, a fully clothed Dabi leans over, gripping the suction cupped end of the toy, twisting and pumping it slowly. Heavenly whines, and desperate pleas to cum fall on Dabi's deaf ears. Ending his slow torture, he gives the toy one sharp thrust before burying it deep inside her. "Don't you dare fucking cum. I'll fucking cover your entire body with scorching hot cum if you even think about it. Now entertain me."

Shigaraki's eyes focus on the way her body tries to push the toy out, Dabi backing away to leave the frame again. Timing the jerk of his wrist with the shaky thrusts of the toy, he already feels himself nearing his release. Not wanting this to end, his fingers wrap tightly around his base. Feeling safe to release himself, he moves his hand down to roll his heavy balls.

His fingers massage his balls while the video plays, broken sobs ringing in his ears as she loses track of how long she's been fucking herself without release. Her legs started shaking minutes ago, and sweat glistened on her body before Dabi gave in.

"You want to cum bitch? Yeah, bet you do. But your only allowed to cum on my cock. So drop the toy." The sound of his belt being tossed aside is the only sound as her shaking hands toss the toy next to her on the bed, showing her puffy lips and clenching pussy.

The camera moves, showing her full body, minus the fucked out face Shigaraki was desperate to see. Heavy breast bounce with each panting breath as Dabi settles himself between her legs. To his slight disbelief, Dabi hadn't been lying when he said the toy was about the same size as him. The biggest difference between the two were the lines of metal balls on each side of his shaft where his piercings were.

The manicured hands trail gently over her chest, swirling mesmerizingly around the pert nipples. Shigaraki's mouth waters as he imaged how soft the skin would feel between his teeth, how pretty her pale skin would look with his teeth marks scattered around it.

On the lower part of the video, the head of Dabi's cock disappears, a groan leaving his lips at what Shigaraki could only imagine was the softest walls pulling him deeper. A scarred hand grips one of her plush thighs as he bullies himself deeper, until every inch is nestled deep inside her. Judging by the way she squirms, the tip was pushing painfully against her cervix.

"This must be where the thumbnail of the video came from…" Shigaraki thinks out loud, seeing the familiar stomach bulging once again.

"I can feel you spasming. Don't fucking cum. You only cum when my seed is in your womb." Dabi growls, the hand previously on her thigh now gently smacking her clit. He gives no time for a response before fucking her the way her messy hole deserves.

Covering the part of the video where Dabi was visible, Shigaraki fisted his cock in time with the wet slaps of skin, imagining he was the one causing the girl to fall apart and beg. He wanted to be the one who she was begging to fill with cum, not the burnt villain currently in that spot. He was getting dangerously close to the edge again, checking the time. 25 minutes 2 seconds. Just a bit longer and he will be able to cum.

Dabi's thrusts became sloppy and rushed, the perfect cunt below him too irresistible to not breed. Smoke rises from his fingers, which had found their way back to her thighs. Shigaraki ignores the deep grunts as Dabi cums, choosing to focus on the soft whimpers as the girl realizes she's going to be allowed to cum now.

The smoking fingers press against her clit, slowly teasing it just enough to push her over the edge. 25 minutes 43 seconds. Shigaraki pumps his cock faster hearing her riding out her high, coating his hand with his own cum. The camera pans up to the fucked out face of Karuna. Her black and blue hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head.

A disgusted wail leaves his lips as he throws the phone to the foot of his bed. From behind the door, a deep laugh can be heard. Dabi walks in an grabs his phone from the bottom of the bed.

"Thanks for that boss. Been needing a good laugh for a while. Now, I'm gonna go show this to your sister while I make her beg for my cock again." Waving the phone, Shigaraki finally notices the small red light indicating he had been filming himself the entire time.

"Have any videos of her sucking dick? With all the shit she talks, bet you've fucked her face a few times. She look good covered in your cum?" Shigaraki asks.

"You're a real pervert, boss. I'll send you the pictures later." Dabi winks before leaving the room to make Karuna deal with the throbbing erection he's been sporting since Shigaraki took his phone.

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 3 months

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Hey folks! With all this KOSA and Tumblr chaos going on, I'm gonna admit I'm worried about what's gonna be the outcome of my blog and being on the internet anymore. And that hurts my heart a little bit to think about.

But, I am here to say thank yous. I love each and ever single one of you goobers who liked, commented, reblogged, followed, messaged, and left asks, tags, fanart, gifts, writing, and any type of friendship and support you've given me the past 2-3 years on this hectic site.

Thank you for the friendships and support to getting me into the selfshipping world, finding confidence to be myself and never to be ashamed to be my silly weird self. I never thought people I'd get to this point with some self inserts from when I was like- 12. I really didn't, and its all thanks to you guys.

If this bill passes, we still have hope, or have a chance to push back and rebel enough it's taken, please don't lose hope. Do everything and anything you can to let them show this bill will not effect us and with not take away our rights.

I love tumblr, I love you all. Your my online friends, my online family, I've found so much of myself being here and exploring Fandoms, I've met people who are just as crazy and silly over vampires, ninja turtles, cowboys, pirates, wizards, as much as I am. I met people just like who made inserts and OCs to kiss their silly fellas when I was told my whole life how strange that was.

I'll be around! Maybe one day fate will bring us all back, and maybe I'm writing this in vain and will look back at how cheesy and dramatic it is. But now, with how bleak the future of the internet seems, I want to say farewells. But goodbye isn't forever! Remember that. Keep yourselves safe, remember you're loved and how much I care about you. Stay healthy and strong, and please don't forget who you are.

Be Excellent to each other, and Party On, Dudes!🩷

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go-river-flows · 1 year

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Sweet Visions of a flower

Summary: Syulang (OC), an orphaned girl after the destruction of Hometree. She is constanly reminded of this by her amputated left leg and constantly dreams of her deep trauma. Even when she gets adopted by Toruk Makto and his wife, who she resented for over six years before forgiving him.

A/N: We are almost at the end now (I hope). And I'll post a one-shot before uploading The Humans of Awa'atlu or another series that just starting. Also just a heads up; I'll be taking a break from the 4th to the 11th of May, I will continue to upload even when I'm not writing using the automatic uploads system, hopefully, it works because I'm not using the internet for a whole week. Finger's cross until then. But for now, here's part 8!

Part 8 of 10

Neytiri put her hand on her oldest daughter's shoulder and arm, trying her hardest to calm her. In her attempt Neytiri started singing, her voice slightly quivered as she raised her voice over her daughters crying, she leant closer to her ear singing to distract Syulang. She brushed the hair of her daughter away from her face and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, Syulang calmed down enough that Neytiri softened her voice down, repeating the lyrics to the song.

Jake entered with his children in tow. Arriving next to Syulang, hushing her down and rubbing her left leg to try to ease the pain. When Mo’at finally entered the tent a while later, she found the whole family there next to Syulang. Jake quietly left Syulang’s side to talk to Mo’at.

“It was like I entered her dream,” he was still in disbelief of what happened, “I saw Eytukan, and Tsu’tey. They said that they feared her soul would not reach Eywa if or when she dies.”

“This is truly concerning. We'll have to go to the Tree of Souls, I’ll be able to enter her dream there. I believe I could help her,” Mo’at rubbed her chin as she thought, “This is decided, I will enter her dream tonight. But in the meantime, I suggest you go on about your duties as Olo’eyktan.”

“Yes, Tsahik. And thank you,” Jake took one last look at Syulang. Taking off to deal with Quaritch and his group of Dreamwalkers.

Taking arms again, he called for a few of his warriors and Tarsem, his Olo’eyktan in training. Taking flight on their ikrans, they flew to another smaller floating island, hoping the RDA hadn't found them yet.

Landing in the trees. Jake and the group jumped down onto the floating rock. The recombiants all bound to different trees. Jake made his way to Quaritch, squatting down to look into his eyes.

“So you finally decided to show up,” Quaritch sneered.

“Your lucky I didn't leave you here to just starve,” Jake stoically said.

“Why wouldn't you? You already betrayed your own race, I bet you’d do it again,” the colonel's southern twang drawled. Jake scoffed at that. “Now why don't you answer my question? How did’ya know we were gonna be here?” Quaritch repeated, for the fourteenth time.

“Let's just say Eywa gave me a sign,” Jake shrugged, “Now tell me, who sent you here?” Quaritch snickered.

“Remember Ardmore?”

“Heard of her, never met her.”

“Oh yeah, she’s back. Wants you dead, same as me. Same as everyone here,” Quaritch leant a little bit to look at his team, who were staring daggers at Jake.

“Is that why you're here…in this body? To kill me?”

“Oh…It's not just you Jake. You're mate too…Let's just say, we wanna end your bloodline, that means your kids too.” Quaritch sneered, Jake stiffened. His eyes burning with a rage he had never felt before.

“Well, thanks for the heads up,” Jake nodded to Tarsem and the other warriors who drew their knives at the recoms, poking the tip of it at the recoms neck.

“You dare–” Quaritch began to say.

“Or what? No one is coming for you. Where’s Ardmore huh? She’s not here, and I'll more than happily send you and your soldiers back in body bags. Especially after you threatened me!” Jake yelled at Quaritch to which he snarled, “So do you all want a quick or slow death? Take your pick.” Jake pointed his assault rifle at Quaritch’s head, ready to pop some bullets into his head.

Everyone was bug-eyed and silent, Quaritch knew he was fucked. He had no more options, only death. But there was a third option that the adults didn't see, they were too bloodthirsty. That third option came in the form of Syulang flying onto the island.

“Father!” Syulang shouted, sliding off her ikran running into the fray, “Stop! It doesn't have to end this way! Please, listen to me before you make a mistake.”

“Syulang! You should not be here!” Jake stood, yelled at his daughter.

“Please, just listen to me. There's another way, please,” Syulang stepped between Jake and Quaritch.

“No! There isn't! This guy! This guy…!” Jake pointed at Quaritch, “He wants us dead, he wants your mother, your siblings dead!”

“Please, There’s another way,” She begged, “There is another way. Another way that doesn't end with death,” she said in English this time. Jake panted, his heavy breath fogged a little from the altitude. He sighed deeply, exhaling through his nose.

A small movement from above caught his eye, looking up he saw an atokirina’. A seed of the great tree floating down onto Quaritch’s head. Syulang gasped with wide eyes a little, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief, catching Jake’s attention, he turned to see the same scene happening to the other recoms. An atokirina’ gently landing on their heads, his warriors’, Tarsem looking around to all the recoms with the seed of the great tree upon their heads. Finally they floated off at the same time. Tarsem and the warriors removed their knives from the recom’s neck, taking a step back awaiting further instructions.

“Eywa has spoken,” Syulang turned to Quaritch, “If you want to live. You must turn your back on those who control you. You are no longer human, you have been given a second chance at life. And in order to do that, you must become Na’vi.”

“You’re asking me to betray humanity?” Quaritch looked up at the girl, his eyebrow raised in questioning.

“You are no longer Human. We Na’vi have a saying; ‘Fwäkì ke fwefwi’. It means: Mantis doesn’t whistle; don’t expect someone to do something that isn’t in their inherent nature…Or something like that,” Syulang explained.

“The hell does that mean?”

“You are Na’vi, it is your nature. Everything you knew no longer matters. The blood that runs in your veins is Na’vi. Your body, Na’vi,” Syulang crouched to Quaritch’s form, “But, your heart,” she pointed to his chest, “Your mind,” she pointed to his head, “Your memories remain human. Everything that happened in the past, is the past.” She looked down to her amputated leg before continuing, “You can choose to let your past consume you, or give you a reason to change your heart.” She turned to look at Jake. Her father. “That day when Hometree fell, you took more than just my leg. You killed my family. And I blamed Jake, I blamed you. But in time I forgave him, he gave me a reason to keep living. Even every day when I'm in pain, I still…keep…going.”

The look in Quaritch’s eyes changed, almost sympathetic. So did Jake’s.

“It was Eywa’s plan. It has always been her plan,” Syulang finished, standing up from her crouched position. Jake moved closer to Syulang wrapping his arm around her shoulders, giving a comforting rub. A silence fell upon the crowd. Quaritch was thinking, weighing his options. He fucking hates Ardmore, has had enough of taking orders. Heck, he just wants a simple life, he wants to stop fighting too. He was just following orders, and now he’s been given that exact opportunity that he so desperately craved. He knows the recoms would follow him, they trust him after all but he’ll still ask them.

“I'm done fighting. What do you guys think?” Quaritch asked out loud, enough for the other recoms to hear. They didn't say anything at first, probably considering following Quaritch.

“Me too,” it was Lyle, “I didn't want to be reborn like this, following orders again when I should've stayed dead.” A few chorused his statement, agreeing with him.

A flurry of “I'm done fighting too” and “me too” responses or something to the same tune from the other recoms. Falling silent again. Jake was speechless, and Syulang smiled.

“The RDA will come back. They'll come looking,” Jake reminded them, “There’ll be more bloodshed.”

“I know. Like I've never seen it before,” Quaritch scoffed. He sighed, taking a moment before saying words Jake would've never heard in a billion years come from Quaritch, “I'm sorry. You’re right. I'm sorry for threatening you too…and your family.”

“I still don't trust you though,” Jake stated.

“Yeah, I know.” Then came something from Jake that Quaritch never expected, “Cut them loose. Cut their restraints. You'll stay here. We’ll bring you food, water and new clothes, but no weapons…not yet, anyways. Until we figure out what to do with the RDA, we’ll come to you with our plans.”

***

Returning to High Camp, Jake couldn't help but look at his oldest daughter. He thought he could see Tommy in her, though she wasn't related by blood, but it was as if she had Tommy’s spirit. He also saw himself in her, her words still resounding in his brain. ‘You can choose to let your past consume you or give you a reason to change your heart.’ Even her physicality, it reminded him of his human form. How fragile it was, how he destroyed himself further by using alcohol to deal with his problems, but also how he was given a second chance to live through Tommy’s avatar.

Neytiri was waiting at the entrance of High Camp, full of nervous energy and agitation. Syulang took off when no one was watching and Neytiri and the rest of the children searched the whole of High Camp looking for her, climbing all the high spots to get a better view of the whole camp. So to see her return on her ikran with Jake and the warriors Neytiri was overjoyed that she was safe. Enveloping her in a crushing embrace.

“Urgh, Mom! You’re crushing me,” Syulang croaked out, Neytiri fussed whilst looking over every inch of her oldest daughter making sure there was not a single scratch. It looked like Neytiri was about to explode when Jake pried his wife off Syulang.

“Ma Neytiri, she’s fine,” Jake hushed his wife, taking a step away before looking at Syulang, “How did you know where to find us? We never told anyone.”

Syulang averted her eyes, “I…Uh. I had another vision?”

“Damn. You're gonna become the next Tsahik at this rate,” Jake chuckled, though he was still a bit angry that she left the healing tent and High Camp. “How did ya know what to say to Quaritch? Was that also in the vision?”

Syulang just nodded, looking down at her feet. A smirk grew on Jake's face.

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fainthedcherry · 12 days

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HAPPY TURTLE TUESDAYYY TMNT FANDOMMM!!!! I have a treat for y'all artists who love to make TMNT OCs!!! If you love the 2012 era, you're gonna love this one too!!!

A FREE TO USE TMNT DARK HORIZONS FLASH GAME CHARACTER SELECT TEMPLATE, MADE FROM THE ACTUAL GAME SPRITES!!! (Scroll below for the Google Drive of the files, credits first to the artist though sorry! :D)

(ft also the fancy animation particles for when you get to this menu, for those who wanna add it too! (( the GIF is the raw version, without the effect settings/scripts added in Flash tho.)))

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!! I DID NOT CREATE THESE ASSETS, NOR HAVE I DRAWN THEM

(I am an artist posting this, who has replicated the game's art as a fan, so I want to disclose clearly, that these are NOT MY WORKS HERE.)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give all the credit to the SENIOR ART DIRECTOR working on this Flash game, Damian Aliberti and his team of artists from Quadramma (I could not find sources online that confirm who are said artists unfortunately, so I can only credit the art-director for now)!!!

He even made a page about this project, for his portfolio! Check it out, it's AWESOME!! (CLICK MEE / TAP MEEE)

^I didn't know they planned to bring this to mobile, so you can predict that I'm happy, that this game is still seemingly loved by the Italian studio that made it seemingly. x) (I can only assume they're Italian, due to the file-names, don't quote me on this though, barely any info exists on this Flash game as you can predict LOL)

GOOD NOW THAT YOU HOPEFULLY READ WHO MADE THE PRETTY ART: CLICK ME OR TAP ME FOR THE GOOGLE DRIVEE (drive provides the GIF, a PSD, SAI2, PNG and MDP file!! [the joys of owning several art programs, making this much more accessible to people :v])

btw, also like..Maybe not use this for commercial/profit purposes though, that'd be profiting off resources you didn't make, and that are copyrighted. I don't think that's legal. :"v

NO CREDIT REQUIRED. COMPLETELY F2U. I did not after all make the assets, nor will claim so. :V as I mentioned, I extracted these from the actual game, which is why these are all so crisp and nice looking, instead of me using a snipping tool like 2 yrs ago for my fun challenge of recreating the game's artstyle LOL

I do NOT claim these assets or the art I've extracted as my own, this is all purely from the game, and very obviously, these are I guess, owned by Nickelodeon, so I ask you ofc do not...Do some legally questionable things w/ this stuff sdfklsd, pls behave fans, I'd rather not get reported for something I didn't do for providing this to the internet. xD

Whilst credit would be nice, and linking back to this would be even nicer for other fans who might just like me,, wanna replicate this cool game's aesthetic sdfskldglk, it's optional, completely LOL. It did only take like 2 hrs to piece this stuff together, to look like a real screenshot thank god. xD

FEEL FREE TO SHOW ME IF YOU ALSO DRAW IN THE GAME'S STYLE OR WANNA BANTER ABOUT TMNT OCS OROROR YKNOW USED THE THING AND WANT ME TO SEE ITTTT I GLADLY STARE AT TMNT POSTS NO MATTER WHAT ERAAAAA~

I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO APPRECIATE THIS GAME'S ARTSTYLE NGL. THAT'S ALL I WANT. And if more ppl also would wanna draw in it it'd make me so happy. I am like...The most acoustic TMNT fan out there man, I have the weirdest wishes in mind xD

Hope anyone wants this orrr like needs it orr dreamt of doing this too orrrr just never thought about doing it, but now that a free template is out there, someone might also wanna do it!! I love whenever like- fandom templates and stuff is made. I plan to maybe make this a Toyhou.se code too, since I do have the raw files of the games and could try to see if I can replicate the animations and stuff and make it non-premium and premium!

(Maybe I should make fandom codes more often in general tho at the topic of that, did it before for Terraria and helped out w/ a Monster High code, to give it a mobile compatible version LMAO)

If anyone or me figures out the artists behind the sprites, I'd gladly show them too, bc GORGEOUS GAME MAN!!!! THEY DESERVE ANY PRAISE THEY GET FOR THE ART AND THE GAME ITSELF ANSAHSHAJS, here I go again I swear, I'm done yapping now. I should participate in internet olympics when it comes to writing essays in every post I ever made. xD

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binalakai · 8 months

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hey im kai! you can also call me roach, if you already know a kai in your life because i know how many noncis mfs are named that

im a genderfluid filipino dyke (born 2002, figure it out) with she/he/it pronouns, i occasionally post my art on @binalakarchive , where all my OCs (at least as much as i show publicly) and fandom art/cleaned up discussions go there. i also do commissions sometimes, best to contact me through that blog!! my current OC blog currently resides at @huemanonearth, it's a project i've had for a while and i hope to one day make a personal-use pitch bible with it! i treat this blog like a neverending journal. i've grown up with it, and on god am i going to use it as such.

in a perfect world where i wouldn't need to establish boundaries, i would not even bother with a post like this, but the more people i follow/that follow me come across it's somewhat necessary soooo

DNI or like. BYF if you're not gonna listen to me anyway: (warning: it's long and text heavy. tldr; don't be weird to me, communicate with me like you would with a real life person because that's what i am, and we'll get along fine)

-basic dni huge bigot (racist, TERF/transphobic, homophobic, etc etc) stuff but if i catch that onto your blog anyway when you follow me i'll block you.

-if you post a lot of doomer stuff/are against mental health care in general, you best keep distance, honestly. its taken a long time for me to not open my wounds and delusions constantly towards the internet if it meant being valid in my mental illnesses. i'd rather not enter that era again.

-i dont get the whole "proship and antis" culture that happens, but for both sakes of people, if you identify with any of those things you might not like my blog too much. i love being critical and analytical of "problematic things", but i'll still discuss them openly n freely. dni if you'll be offended if i diss on ships/approaches to subjects that make me uncomfortable n find comfort in being critical abt it, and dni if you'll be offended if i diss on the idea that media with triggering topics should not have an outlet period.

-if you'll be offended if i block you out of the blue, doesn't apply to close friends/mutuals i just mean with randos who post takes i dont like or cause too much stress in tags i browse.

-if you're gonna get in huge trouble over seeing dirty jokes and crass humor in public you best not follow me. i try best to tag my stuff, but last thing i wanna do is have a stern talk about it.....which is why i also am wary about people under 18 following and will be a lot more liberal on blocking younger minors for their sake or people i assume won't vibe with me period

-if your parents have access to your social media and there's a chance i'll be DM'd by any of them. i dont wanna talk to any of your parents. if you have an issue with me, i'm more than happy to talk about things directly. (ESPECIALLY FOR BUSINESS RELATED REASONS LIKE COMMISSIONS. IT'S HAPPENED A LOT ALREADY DUE TO OTHER PARTY'S FAMILY CIRCUMSTANCES I CANNOT FUCKING CONTROL. STOP IT. ITS ANNOYING AND A PAIN TO HANDLE.)

-if you get too involved with online drama/disputes. i'm not going to reblog a callout for you. if you get even slightly bothered by that statement, do not get close to me period for the sake of boosting callouts.

-if you have specific niche triggers that need to be tagged. i try to do catch alls or basic ones, but i genuinely CANNOT keep track of all my mutual's blacklists. my mind will slip and id rather not put someone in danger/i wanna keep that risk very very low

okay thankies <3 sorry these are so specific, i just wanna be insane on the internet in the safest way possible

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year

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if my body can just...chill, that'd be great. gonna try and publish two pieces by tomorrow. here's hoping i can do it!

Ooh! Regarding the Jaguar tribe, I pick the AFAB one, please! —anonymous

ah alright, i can probably do that one first, maybe. just trying to be considerate to everyone possible!

What age you became (or started) to became a Monsterfucker?and what triggred it for you?;for me it was when i was like 7-10 because of Ben 10 LMFAO.

I had a crush on XLR8,Ripjaws (i love me some shape of water looking monster),Heatblast and Big Chill (my fav Mothman),i also loved Upgrade but when they introducted Malware it was breaking point for me,like you are bringing this EVIL AND WELL WRITTEN VILLAIN VERSION OF UPGRADE AND EXPECT ME NOT TO SIMP???

Sorry if this was asked before and thank you! —anonymous

you're the first one who asked!!

but uhhhh, shoot, i think i was probablyyyyyy 6 or 7 with goliath from gargoyles from early 90s??? maybe??? not too positive tbh, it had been a very long time for me. i remembered having a bit of a crush on demona too…i think her name was? the kid me was shocked to see that yes, you can pair a human up with an inhuman character, but i didn't exactly fall in the monsterfucker genre too deep until probably the mid2010s. that genre just wasn't popular before then and the internet was sorta…pretty vanilla then too, at least in my usual internet hang-outs.

oh man, ben 10. i barely remembered half the shits about that show lol watched the kid era from the beginning to the end and missed out a few on the teen era (i missed gwen's sass ngl), but i definitely lost all interest when its creator passed and the jerkwads at cartoon network or whatever company it was rebooted it from scratch and completely disrespected the creator's wishes??? like why lmao and the new style was hideous, so i p much dropped out from ben10 since and don't keep up with it at all.

Mars attacks??? Would you write for it????? —anonymous

er one by tim burton?? unless there are other ones i wasn't aware about (the title is super common with the older media iirc), i'd have to say no. the appearance of those aliens from that movie is not…something i'd be into. sorry!

that said, i certainly did write several alien pieces, including the classic martian aliens in ufo one if you're interested! the latter was very nondescript so you're welcome to imagine whatever alien appearance you'd prefer :)

i envy how you're able to create such a specific and fascinating story —anonymous

daw thank you! <3 my writing def ain't perfect and i know im slow as heck, but it makes me happy that i have kind readers like you reading my pieces <3

i like you —anonymous

i like you too nonnie!

okay thats all the nonstory related asks i have atm. if there's a question i haven't answered, chances are, the hellsite might've eaten it :( if that's the case for you, then feel free to send in another one!

that said, ive been looking around for ask memes for my oc's like that classic nsfw abc's one to interact with yall and do something fun with my characters, but haven't a lot of luck finding any i liked. if you have any rec, hmu!

otherwise, <3 yall be good to one other and take care!

#☠️monster is whispering...#☠️not writing...#ghosts are curious.👻#anonymous #asked #answered

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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💫 New game: associate your mutuals and/or anons with something that fits their vibe! 💫

Sorry for taking so long to answer, anon. Just had... many other things to do. 😅

Also a lot of mutuals that I wanted to tag. Not all of them though because I have... more than I realized?

..........

@cringeyvanillamilk: Steph, gal, I associate you with glasses. I mean you wear glasses but also you're smart and cute, the vibes that glasses give off. That or you can be all cool and push up your glasses while light reflects off them to conceal your eyes as you scheme./j

@kaleidonope: This one's an easy one. Stars. You shine like stars and you have as many ideas as stars in the sky. Also, you're just fascinating, like a sky full of stars just begging to be admired. Finally, I know you just like space/galaxy patterned things. It's hard not to associate you with stars, bud.

@sludgedealer: One of those spotlights for stages. I'm remembering those weird theater days for one. But also, you've stolen the show a few times in the D&D campaigns we've played so that spotlight is deservedly on you! The only discrepancy with the association is that you're as cool as a cucumber while stage lights are scorching hot.

@cryo-visionary: A sketchbook. You have a creative soul. You draw and write so while you could be a notebook, the sketchbook is bigger and I think you have big, bombastic ideas for characters/stories. Let your creativity flow, my dear internet imouto~!

@spindaonateaspoon: A plush animal! Maybe it's because I can only imagine Spindas when I think about you but like... You're funny and supportive and, when need be, a vicious animal ready to call bs when you see it. Also, like a plush, friend shaped.

@loafingdragon: I associate you with a couch. Your blog title is one factor and also the vibes of comfort and just... chilling that couches give me. You of course can be serious and critical and man I love it when you intensely dig into things. But most of the time, you're just vibing.

@nothxkas: You know one of those pointer sticks that teachers use to point to things on a board/screen? I associate you with that. You can go on and on about topics that you're passionate about, like giving an intense lecture (but one I have to read). I don't always respond to the things you say but your mini essays have left such an impression on me.

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare: I associate you with a bookmark. Now I can't physically bookmark your work as I read it but I sorta digitally bookmark by keeping a reblog of your new chapters in my drafts so I remember to read them. I also associate you with knowledge and patience (it takes time to read a book and you take your time with people, don't you ever feel rushed). Also, bookmarks can be simple or fancy and you can either do sweet little oneshots or long, poetic tales of love and strife!

@simpingforthisonedeer: A desk. You are a researcher and a writer and an artist and all those things require desk space! Also, you're not afraid to get serious and put your foot down with people and it gives me the image of being sat across a desk from, like, the principal. You're stern but ultimately well-meaning.

@lyranova: A full tea set. Like CotF with its many families and mysteries, so too does a tea set also have multiple parts to it. Tea sets also make me think of sharing tea with friends. We're not exactly sharing tea when we chat, just next gen oc interaction ideas though.

@marune2: An inkwell. Old timey but gives a vibe of intelligence. Your main ocs (Heinrich and Ida) are intelligent. Also, I get the feeling that you're a fast reader which I tend to associate with intelligence (which probably isn't how intelligence actually works but I'm gonna roll with it). Also, most of your art is in black and white (but when you draw in color that art rocks so hard, seriously! 😍👏💖 I'll stop gushing like a fangirl, sorry./lh), so like black ink on white paper.

@faewraithsworld: A mirror. By sheer coincidence, our ocs and their arcs with their s/os parallel each other. But that's only one reason why I associate you with a mirror. The association also comes with the fact that mirrors can be polished to a shine and you have a bright, shiny personality! Also, mirrors are somewhat associated with beauty and I got the chance to hear your voice once and, well, I thought it was pretty in a welcoming and homey way.

@sailor-muno: A newer mutual so maybe tagging you will help break the ice some more but anyways, Bel, you are a journal. A journal to fill with notes and thoughts and maybe doodles. Full of potential for creativity. Also. Lots and lots and lots of words! You have so much to say, Bel! Also, paper. You've been talking about printing out lots of documents so you are going to be an overstuffed journal soon.

And since I have permission to shout out anons...

Ghost Anon: If you're reading this I want you to know that I associate you with a mug. A mug full of warm, honey ginger tea. You're warm and caring and remind me to take care of myself, which I do with a warm mug of tea.

#questions from the ask box #soda asides #awesome anons #steph the og mutual #lei of the stars #ian the robot dealer #internet imouto #theo the spinda deity #gab the indulgent one #caesar the mischief master #laura the writing senpai #lyra of the future #marune the devil delight #taja of the fae courts #the bel of the ball #ghost anon #why'd i tag so many people!?#do i actually have friends?!/lh

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frestoniia · 2 years

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What kind of advice would you give to first-time rp'ers on tumblr?

▹ Okay so full disclosure, there are probably people way more qualified to give this sort of advice than I am. I'm really kinda just makin this shit up as I go tbh. For general RP etiquette, I'd recommend reading this post here, since it explains the most important things a lot better than I could.

That being said, a lot of these are gonna boil down to mostly a personal preference, but I still think they're a good rule of thumb for most people to keep in mind, especially newbies.

Accessibility over Aesthetics. Now, 'accessibility' means different things to different people, so I'm not gonna pretend that there's a one-size-fits-all solution to this conundrum. However, when setting up your blog, it's important that everything is easy to find and easy to read. I'm not saying you shouldn't use fancy graphics or small fonts-- trust me, I totally get wanting everything to look aesthetically pleasing. But it's an rp blog, not a scavenger hunt. I find that having a mobile-friendly alternative to your important pages is a good compromise in this regard.

Try to make your rules clear and concise. By all means, elaborate on your rules as much as you need to. However, in my experience, people rarely read through the entirety of someone's rules page the first time, especially if it's super lengthy. I'm not saying long rules pages are bad, but I do think that being brief, yet comprehensive is a good way to ensure no important points are glossed over.

Try to have your pages set up before you start following people. This is really more of a personal preference, I think. Before I decide to follow a blog, I always make sure to read their pages (whether they're an oc or a canon character). But if there are no pages for me to read, not only will I not follow, but I'm definitely not gonna remember to go back and check again later. I'm not saying everything has to be 100% finished, but having the general information available from the get-go would be ideal.

Don't be pushy. I understand it can be disheartening when people won't follow you back, or don't show as much enthusiasm as you do. Trust me, I get it. And I know it's a lot easier to say 'just don't take it personally' than it is to actually not take it personally. But you won't be doing yourself any favors by pestering people or getting on their case about it. Don't unfollow and then re-follow to try and get their attention (admittedly I've done this in the past, but those were all accidents. My memory is just Bad and I sometimes forget whether or not I've already followed someone whoops), and accept that not everyone is going to want to write with you. Nor are you obligated to write with anyone you don't want to.

Don't be afraid to unfollow/block people. For any reason. Personally, I soft-block whenever I want to actually unfollow a mutual (blocking and then quickly un-blocking them so they're no longer following my blog), that way they know it was intentional. Goodness knows I've accidentally unfollowed people when I didn't mean to, thanks to tumblr's shitty layout. But yeah, you're allowed to block and/or unfollow people, and you don't owe anyone an explanation. Yes, it sucks when it happens to you, and it can leave you wondering what you did wrong. But the sooner you remember that we're all losers writing on the internet for fun and none of this shit actually matters, the happier you will be.

#|| these are just the things i could think of at the top of my head agsdh but i hope this is at least somewhat helpful!#|| i dont think any of these are exactly 'hot takes' or anything but yeee #𝐎𝐎𝐂 ◞ ✧ pay no attention to the goblin behind the curtain

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galacticwildfire · 2 years

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The Red Means I Love You | Wanda Maximoff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x oc

Summary: Alex Barton was always accustomed with the colour red. The colour of blood. That was before she was tasked with hunting down the Maximoff twins during the Age of Ultron. However, she remembers her fathers words. That the best shot he ever took, was the one he didn't take. And so she takes it upon herself to bring Wanda into the Avengers, no matter the cost, and soon finds herself enamoured with a new type of red.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, shooting, panic attack, hurt/comfortish

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: taglist below, thank you guys for reading

I arrive at my family's farm house, with Fury in tow.

Sure enough, the Avengers are already here. I can hear Steve and Tony going at it from the other side of the house.

"Alex!" Lila calls out from the front porch as I approach the house and I hug my little sister tight as she runs to me. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I say, lifting her up, surprised by her weight. "Gosh look at how big you've gotten."

"Oh Alex thank god you're here," Laura says hugging me as I walk up the stairs.

"Laura," I smile, hugging my stepmom. "Is dad inside?"

"He is," she says and looks me over. "Are you alright?"

With Fury's permission I share with her, "There's something you need to know, and Dad's gonna be mad."

"Okay," she says carefully. "What is it hun?"

I show her the watch on my wrist, a watch that matches the one she once wore, the watch of a shield agent.

And she just smiles. "Do you really think that I'd believe you abandoned Shield so easily?"

"You knew I was still working for Shield after dad told me to quit for my own safety?"

"It's you Alex, of course I did," she says. "We both know how protective your dad is."

"There's one more thing." I tell her. 'Fury's here."

"Where?"

"Waiting for them in the barn."

She nods and gives me a quick hug. "I'll take care of it, you go see your dad."

I run inside to my dad, finding him in the loungeroom with cooper, and hug them both tight.

"Alex?" Dad exclaims with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Orders from director Fury," I answer and he gives me a look. "The Avengers need him, tell me honestly that they don't after I saw Steve and Tony going at it outside."

He sighs and looks upstairs to where Nat and Bruce must be. "I think you're right kid."

That night we all sit around the living room, me playing with Cooper and Lila before Laura puts them to bed. And I sit beside Nat, able to feel how shaken up she is.

"Ultron took you folks out of play to by himself time," Fury says to everyone. "My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he's made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asks.

"Oh he's easy to track," Fury says. "He's everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though."

"The Maximoffs," I say to the group. "If anyone knows it would be them."

"And which one do you want to ask, Mr speedy or the witch?" Tony asks. "We can't trust them."

"We aren't in a position to not take a risk on them," I say carefully. "They want peace, and once they realise what Ultron is I won't be surprised if they turn on him."

Tony ignores me and asks "Is he still after launch codes?"

"Yes he is," Fury answers. "But he's not making any headway."

"I cracked the Pentagons firewall in highschool on a dare," Tony says.

"Well I contacted our friends at Nexus about that," Fury replies.

"Nexus?" Steve asks.

"It's the world internet hub at Oslo," Bruce answers. "Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth."

"So what did they say?" Dad asks.

"He's fixated on the missiles," Fury answers. "But the codes are constantly being changed."

"Then we need to get to him before he gets the missiles," I say, knowing we're running on short time. "We don't have long, every moment we spend sitting here Ultron gets closer to it, and the first thing he'll do is drop one on all of you guys."

"Do we have an ally?" Nat asks, and I know of two if we could get them onside, even if the rest dismiss it.

"Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing," Fury says. "Still I'd pay folding money to know who it is."

"Well I might need to pay a visit to Oslo, find out who our unknown is."

"Well, this is good times boss," Nat interrupts. "But I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that."

"I do," he answers. "I have you. Back in the day I had eyes everywhere, had ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this, laid in a grave. So stand, outwit the platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk," Nat teases and I smile.

"So what does he want?" Fury elicits.

"To become better," Steve answers. "To become better than us."

I look at the picture Lila drew Nat and I as they discuss what Ultron wants until Bruce catches eye of it and realises. "They need to evolve. Ultron's going to evolve."

"How?"

"Helen," I whisper.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho."

We prepare to leave, and I suit up.

"Alex-" Dad begins as I put my pistol in its holster.

"You need all hands on deck," I remind him. "And I may yet be able to get us another ally against Ultron."

"You need to be smart about this."

I turn around and look dad in the eye. "Tell me that you have faith in me."

His eyes soften. "You know I do."

"Then trust me, trust my judgement," I beg of him. "I got it from you after all."

He hugs me tight. "I do honey, please, just be careful."

If he knew about half of the missions Fury's sent me on he'd have a heart attack, because I am anything but careful. "If I have a job I get it done. The world is at stake here, I can't afford to sit on the sidelines and play it safe."

He sighs. "You could at least try to lie."

I smile. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too kid," he says and Laura comes down the stairs and hugs us both.

"I'd say be careful but I know the two of you better than that," she says and looks at us. "Just come home."

"I love you mom," I say gripping her hand tight, the only mother I've ever had. "Tell Cooper and Lila I said goodbye."

She nods and I take in these moments with my family, not knowing what lies ahead."

I sit ready on my motorcycle, clad in leather, watching the building where Dr Cho is located when I see them, and their composure takes me by surprise, as does how quickly they run from the building, from Ultron.

"There they are," I say to myself and rev the bike, ready to follow.

"Alex, you got sight of Ultron?" Dad asks through the coms.

"No, but I've got sight of the twins," I answer. "They've abandoned the building."

"Follow them, we'll wait for Ultron to leave."

"On it."

I drive down the highway towards where they left, following the dots on my radar to a local market place and slow down as I find them, watching the chaos on a local news channel from a shop window, and pull up beside them.

"Crazy huh," I comment and they both look at me, and I can see the fear in their eyes. "I saw you two running scared from the building before Ultron tried to kill Helen Cho."

They share a look and stare at me. "Who are you?" Wanda asks.

"Your new best friend," I answer. "Pietro, Cap needs your help. Wanda get on the bike."

"What?" Pietro begins and I look at the live news, able to see the battle going down.

"We're transporting the body, the Avengers currently have it but we need to keep Ultron busy," I tell them. "Pietro, you go ahead and I'll take Wanda and knock out some of the legionnaires on the way."

Pietro looks hesitant but Wanda puts her foot down. "Go."

"How do you know we can trust her?"

"Because we both want to stop Ultron," I answer, taking a risk on them. "Am I wrong?"

Wanda shakes her head and gets on the bike behind me, telling Pietro. "Do what she says."

He takes off and I give my helmet to Wanda. "Wear this and hold on tight. It might get a bit rough." I speak into my intercom. "Cap you've got backup coming, Dad where are you?"

"Transferring the body with Nat."

"On my way," I answer and look back to Wanda putting the helmet on, "Ready?"

"I hope so."

"Good, let's go."

I take off, knowing getting the body out of Ultron's control is the most important thing right now, Ultron we can deal with later.

We're halfway to the train when I hear Dad yell out "Nat! Anyone have eyes on Nat!"

"On it," I answer and look up to the truck in the sky, able to see her grappling with one of the legionnaires midair. "Shit."

"What is it?" Wanda yells out.

"I'm gonna need you to do your magic hand thing," I tell her and point up to the sky. "Get that robot on the ground and then we'll go to your brother."

Red tendrils shoot up through the sky towards the robot and restrain it.

"Alex, we need more backup!" Cap yells through the intercoms.

"On my way!"

But not until Nat's safe.

"Throw her into the plane," I instruct Wanda, knowing Nat can take the hit. "Then they'll get the body out of here."

She cries out as she exerts her power and causes the bike to swerve, but I hear Nat.

"I'm in!"

With that I don't waste anymore time, and get to that train, it's not hard to miss.

"Now hold on tight! I tell Wanda as I head for a ramp. "This might get a little rough."

I rev the bike and go hard up the ramp, flying into an open door on the train and driving it straight into Ultron. We both fly off the bike into the walls of the train but it does the trick.

Pietro jumps between us and Ultron as I run to Wanda and help her find her footing.

"Bet you're glad you had that helmet," I comment as I pull it off her, and she looks at me flushed, then to Ultron.

"Please, don't do this," Ultron says as Wanda starts to cage him in.

"What choice do we have?"

It's then Ultron blows a hole through the train and disappears.

"We've lost Ultron!" I yell out into the coms. "Get the package out of here now!"

Steve runs to the control panel on the train and I look at Wanda, realising that we're heading for the end of the tracks with civilians on board.

"Civilians in our path!" Cap yells and Pietro goes to clear the way.

Wanda looks at me and I breathe "Can you stop the train?" I can see in her eyes she's asking herself the same question and give her a nod. "You can do this."

She readies herself and uses her magic to try to slow the speed of the train, and the grinding on the tracks makes an almost unbearable sound as I hold on, until finally, finally it stops.

I let out a sigh of relief and give Wanda a smile and an exhausted thumbs up as we stumble off the train to where Pietro waits outside.

"I'm fine," he says as Wanda checks on him. "I just need a minute."

"I'm very tempted to not give you one," Steve says and I give him a look.

"Steve-"

"No, they-"

"Saved Natasha's life," I tell him, standing between him and the twins. "Ultron would have her if Wanda didn't intervene when she was mid air wrangling with one of his damn robots."

"The cradle," Wanda interrupts, not caring what Steve thinks of them. "Did you get it?"

"Stark will take care of it," Steve answers and see the alarm that flashes in their eyes.

"No, he won't," Wanda breathes, her accent thick.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Steve says as I check Pietro over. "Stark's not crazy."

"He will do anything to make things right," Wanda desperately tries to get across as I come to stand beside her.

"Stark, come in," Steve says through the comes while I check that Wanda's not hurt.

"You okay?" I ask quietly and she nods, preoccupied with Stark.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it," Wanda tells us. "Where do you think he gets that?"

Steve and I both realise just how right she is.

"Come on," I say, looking at the four of us. "We've all taken a beating today, Pietro you ride with Steve. Wanda, I'll take you."

"We're bringing them back with us?" Steve asks, and I nod. "Tony won't be happy."

"Good," I say. "He needs someone to call him out on his bullshit."

He nods, trying to ignore my language. "Our bikes are destroyed, and your dad's plane's gone, how are we going to get back to the tower without Stark knowing we're bringing them."

I laugh breathlessly. "Taxis?"

Pietro goes with Steve while Wanda and I take our own, not wanting to draw too much attention.

We sit beside each other in the back seat, beaten up from running the motorcycle straight into Ultron.

"I will warn you," I begin. "That after what happened at Struckers lab it will not be a warm welcome when we get the Avengers tower."

She nods absentmindedly, already knowing this and asks "Who are you? You are not an Avenger."

"No, but I am the daughter of one," I tell her. "My name is Alex Barton, I am an intelligence agent for Shield."

She eyes me carefully. "Shield is-"

"Shield is officially classed as a terrorist organisation," I answer. "I was about twenty when I started there, it was the only organisation that would take me after upwards of half a dozen arrests from protesting throughout my youth, one I even organised, against the involvement of American troops overseas and the bombings."

"You're lying to try to gain my sympathy," she says and I raise an eyebrow.

"Look into my head and tell me that?" I ask her, and she can't. "I was a twenty year old who wanted to make a difference in this country, in this world. When I joined shield I specialised in black market arms dealers and learned Stark Industry's role in that industry. Where his weapons were used and who died as a result." She looks down at the floor. "Your reasons for your hatred of Stark Industries are valid Wanda, your family-"

"What do you know about my family?" she asks defensively.

"That you were victims in a war that should never have happened," I answer. "When you became involved with Ultron it was my job to run intelligence on you and your brother and learned the United States government has us both on terrorist watch lists due to our involvement in agencies who were not what we thought they were, when we thought we were doing something for the greater good."

"If you believe in peace, then why do you work for violent people?"

"That's a good question," I admit. "In the end, I suppose it's because I'm a violent person myself, I'm not afraid to get my hands bloody for the greater good." I laugh at how awful that sounds. "And perhaps that's the real problem, that so many of us are. Ultron especially."

"Ultron would destroy the world to save it," Wanda says. "And that is all I saw when I looked into its vibranium experiments head, destruction."

I nod. "I believe you are a good person Wanda, that you aren't what intelligence agencies try to make you out to be. I've been through your files, and all I can see is a passionate young woman who wants to protect her country, and will go to greater lengths than most to do so."

She looks at me, almost in disbelief. "You really think that?"

"I do," I answer and lean forward towards her. "Which is why when we walk into that building I will have your back. You have exceptional power, and the heart and mind to use it well. Better than many of the Avengers at this point."

She's vulnerable as she asks "And after this, if we win, what will happen to us?"

I take her hand and squeeze it assuringly. "We could use someone with your passion and talents, the Avengers will be hesitant but I know others who would take you and your brother in a heartbeat."

"You truly mean that?" she asks in awe and I nod. "Thank you."

"And I promise, we will make sure Tony doesn't make this worse, but doing that will likely lead to physical conflict."

"We're prepared," she says, without fear. "As long as you aren't driving this time." I laugh and she shakes her head at me. "Did you really think you could kill Ultron by running him over?"

"It was worth a shot."

We both laugh and watch the tower growing nearer and sigh.

"Here we go."

"You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes," we hear Bruce say as we enter the lab and Steve puts his foot down.

"I'm gonna say this once-"

"How about none-ce," Tony retorts.

"Shut it down!"

"Nope, not gonna happen."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"And you do?" Bruce retorts and I speak up.

"Bruce, I know that you know better than this," I tell him. "You can't let history repeat itself."

He raises an eyebrow and points to Wanda "She's not in your head?"

"I know you're angry-" Wanda begins.

"No we're way past that," Bruce says. "I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."

"She isn't in our heads," I say sharply while dad and Nat stare at me. "Tony. You cannot do it again."

"What do you mean again?" Tony says. "This is Jarvis-"

"This is madness!" I yell, being the first one to pull out a gun. "I have not spent my life trying to protect the world from global threats to ignore a global threat in the same room as me!"

"What life," he scoffs, ignoring the gun. "You're like twenty three."

"And you are an egotistical madman," I say stepping closer. "Who is about to create another Ultron before we can kill your first mistake."

"Alex," Dad warns. "You're right but we don't need to get violent-"

"You don't know what's in there!" Wanda yells.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming!" Tony yells back as I shoot at the computer screens while Pietro dashes around the lab, unplugging everything before anyone can react.

"No, no," Pietro says while everyone gapes at him. "You were saying?

We all stare at each other, ready to fight as Tony says "I'm rerouting the upload."

Immediately I fire at his computer and I'm tackled to the ground by Nat who pins me down. "Don't start a gun fight-"

"Too late," I reply and knee her sharply in the stomach and she doubles over on top of me. "Wanda was the one who saved you up there, she isn't our enemy."

I push her off me at the same time Tony fires a blast at Steve, knocking him to the floor and Bruce locks Wanda in a chokehold, us out-powered.

I look up at dad who stands there, torn. "Trust me," I beg and he whips out his bow, firing at Tony's computer as Wanda uses her powers to push Bruce off her and I yell out. "Don't let him turn green!"

He hits me hard, knocking me to the ground as I jump between him and Wanda, and kick his knees out from him, and hear him hit the ground hard. Wanda gives me a hand, pulling me off the floor as I raise my gun, prepared to shoot at Tony until Thor crashes into the room, and we watch as he raises his hammer, and lets the lightning free.

"Wait!" Bruce yells as Thor slams it down upon the body.

We all stare in horror as the android rises and then launches at Thor and he throws it through the glass window to the other side of the building. I pull Wanda back as Thor motions for us to stay away.

"It's vibranium," I whisper as dad comes to my side. "We can't stop it."

It stares at its own reflection and slowly comes back down to face us.

"I'm sorry," it says, reminding me too much of Ultron. "That was- odd. Thank you."

"Thor," Steve says. "You helped create this?"

"I've had a vision," Thor explains. "A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its centre is that."

He points to the stone and Bruce asks "What? The gem?"

"It's the mind stone," Thor says. "It's one of six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."

"Then why would you bring-"

"Stark is right," Thor says and that definitely surprises me considered he had him in a chokehold a week ago.

"Oh it's definitely the end of times," Bruce comments.

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron," Thor says.

"Not alone," Vision says.

"Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?" Steve asks.

"We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix," Tony explains. "To create something new."

"You think I'm a child of Ultron," Vision says.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron," it says. "I'm not Jarvis, I am-"

Wanda steps forward "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."

"Look again," it says and Dad walks forward.

"Her seal of approval means jack to me."

"Dad-" I say before Thor interrupts.

"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mind stone. And they're nothing compared to what it could unleash. But with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve questions, and looks to Vision. "Are you?"

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Well it better get real simple real soon," Dad says, fed up.

"I am on the side of life," it says. "Ultron isn't."

"Hmm," I scoff, not buying it. "Ultron believes he is, and so he would destroy the world so life can evolve."

"He will end it all," Vision agrees. "But it should not."

"So what's stopping him?" Tony asks.

"You," it says.

"Where?" Bruce asks.

"Sokovia," dad says and I look at Wanda and Pietro.

"If we're wrong about you," Bruce warns. "If you're the monster that Ultron made you to be-"

"What will you do?" Vision asks.

"I have some ideas," I say, not trusting it. "But first we'll see how they work on Ultron."

"I don't want to kill Ultron," it says, and already I'm damning Thor for bringing it to life. "He's unique, and he's in pain."

"He's a fucking robot," I dismiss. "He's the one that is going to put billions of people in pain."

"Patience, you didn't let me finish," Vision says. "That pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others." He looks at himself. "Maybe I am a monster, I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go."

My eyes widen as he hands Thor his hammer, leaving all of us speechless.

"Three minutes," Steve says. "Get what you need."

I'm getting changed when there's a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

It opens and Wanda stands there, but quickly averts her eyes when she sees me in my bra.

"Sorry I- Natasha said I could find you here," Wanda says shyly. "She said to apologise for what happened before."

"It's okay, come in," I say and she shuts the door behind her as I reach for my shirt. "Just getting into something that allows a bit more movement since it's likely going to be chaos."

"You're the one that brings the chaos," Wanda says, amused. "I know we only have a minute, but I just wanted to thank you before we go, thank you for defending my brother and I."

I pull my shirt over my head. "I should be the one thanking you for saving Natasha, for coming to our aid."

"So I suppose that makes us even?'

"I suppose it does," I say and look at her, a red shawl draped around her. "Here I should have something for you." I pull a red jacket of mine out of the wardrobe and pass it to her. "Try it on."

She drapes her shawl over my chair and slips the jacket on over her black dress, she looks beaten up but beautiful.

"It suits you," I say, trying not to smile too much and look away, reaching for a hairbrush. "You might want this after being on a motorcycle."

She laughs quietly as she takes it and moves in front of my mirror. "God I look like a mess."

"That makes two of us," I say, looking at her smudged eyeliner and my messed braided crown. "Still no reason we can't look good when we're going to be out there kicking ass."

"Let's hope we are," she says, but she can't hide her nerves. "If Ultron wins-"

"He won't," I promise her and she looks down at her hands. "And you shouldn't blame yourself."

She makes a surprised sound. "I thought I was the one who was meant to be able to see into peoples heads."

"You did what you thought was right, until you realised the truth, and you left," I remind her. "And here you are, working with people you hate against a common enemy."

She shakes her head. "I don't hate- not really. I just- I just wanted peace."

I put a hand on her arm and offer her a small smile. "And we'll have it, once Ultron is gone, maybe that's something you and your brother can help us work towards."

She smiles and nods, her voice thick. "I- I think we would like that."

We hear Steve yell out "Alright everyone on the plane!"

"We better go," I say, leaving my own jacket here and putting on my bracers, a similar design to Natasha's. "You need a gun?"

She twirls red tendrils around her finger. "I think I'm okay."

"Ultron knows we're coming," Steve says as we sit in the back of the ship, Wanda beside me. "Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia, they didn't." I look down to find her hand wrapped around mine. "So our priority is getting them out."

Once we hit the ground I go to dad who hugs me tight.

"Please, please, please, make sure you get out of this okay," he begs me. "Don't play the hero."

And I look at him and laugh. "Now how am I supposed to not do that when I learned from the best?"

He kisses my forehead. "I love you kid."

"I love you too dad."

Pietro goes from house to house, alerting the city they are under attack while Wanda and I are on the ground, directing them in the right direction. I watch her use her powers to get into the heads of everyone in the district and realise truly how great her power is, how it could so easily be used to harm people. And here she is, using it to save them.

We're in the centre of the city, trying to help with a traffic jam when suddenly Ultrons legionnaires start emerging and attacking the city.

"Protect the people on the bridge, I'll take them out!" I tell Wanda, shooting electric currents at the robots, frying them while she throws up a shield against them and gets knocked to the ground as they escape. I shoot the robot down and help her to her feet knowing that while she may be powerful, she isn't as experienced in a fight. "Come on let's go!"

The ground starts separating around the city, and sinking. We stand back and watch, unable to stop it as the city begins to rise.

"Dad!" I yell out and see him run over to us. "Is this really happening?"

"It is," he says and I raise my com.

"Fury come in, urgent backup needed in Sokovia. Ultron is destroying the city."

"We're coming as fast as we can, but in the meantime focus on saving the civilians," he instructs, and I realise we're on our own for now at least.

Suddenly the automatons all start speaking at once, and it's Ultron's voice.

"Do you see, the beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise only to fall." The city fully separates from the ground and I hang onto Wanda. "You, the Avengers, are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword." I look over to dad, who I've never seen so afraid. "and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure." Wanda clings onto me, trembling. "Purge me from your computers, turn your own flesh against me." Dad fires an arrow into one of them, but there are so many. "It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world, will be metal."

I begin firing at them as Wanda stands behind me and hear Cap over the intercom "Stark, you worry about bringing the city down safely, the rest of us have one job, tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt them back. You get killed, walk it off."

Dad and I keep taking them down while Wanda keeps the civilians moving, until half a dozen come down on us.

"Come on!" I yell, grabbing Wanda's hand and running for cover while dad covers us, they shoot at us and I grab her as we crash through a window, covering her body with my own as glass comes down on us and we crawl to cover.

Dad checks to make sure we're clear while I hear Wanda struggling to breathe.

"Wanda-"

"How could I let this happen?" she gasps out, having a panic attack. "This is all our fault."

"Wanda no-" I say holding her face between my hands. "Hey look at me, just breathe, okay, it's all okay, just breathe." She looks at me, breathing in and out shakily. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Tears smudge her eyeliner. "It's all my fault."

"It's your fault, it's our fault, it's everybody's fault," Dad says cutting through the bullshit.

"Dad," I warn, as she struggles for her breath.

"Who cares," he continues, with his typical tough love I always got. "Are you up for this?"

She's almost gasping for air, terrified, unable to answer.

"Dad just leave her with me, you go," I try to tell him, but he won't leave either of us here.

"Look, I just need to know," he says. "Because the city is flying." He can't even believe what he's saying. "Okay look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense."

They fire through the wall and we duck for cover.

"But I'm going back out there because it's my job," he says as I squeeze her hand tight. "Okay, and I can't do my job and babysit, and neither can Alex. It doesn't matter what you did, or what you were, she's told me to trust her judgement and I do. If you go out there you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here you're good, I'll send your brother to come and find you. But if you step out that door, you are an avenger. Both of you."

He gets up and loads his bow before getting back out there and I look at Wanda. Her eyeliner smudged eyes wide and afraid, but I know the gut that's behind them.

"It's now or never Wanda," I tell her, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheek. "We're fighting for our lives here, but we're also fighting for Sokovia, for the world. Show me what I know you've got and let's end this, here and now."

She nods numbly and I help her stand, her hand wrapped around mine as she takes a deep breath and looks to the door.

She readies her magic while I ready my weapons, and together, we walk out that door and face the war outside.

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"What Morals?"

Well, well, well. Look what we have here? Two horny bitches with other responsibilities they could be doing.

This is my first piece of published smut in damn near a decade (who gave me internet access at 13?) so please leave any comments or suggestions about this

Pairing: Sukuna x Black!fem!OC (Its also x Reader but I have thing about needing a name to write so, self-insert if you squint)

Rating: R/NSFW (or SFW, if you're a veteran) MINORS DNI

Warning: Dacyphilia, degradation, menton of blood, slight breeding kink, Sukuna being Sukuna

“Loki is so hot,” Neev stated, their eyes squinted to see the fictional villain stab a person in the eye. They had chosen to recline in the cartoonishly large beanbag chair instead of sitting on the sofa with the rest of the group. The bottleneck of their choice of alcohol was held loosely by calloused fingers.

“Um… I guess. But I don't know if this is the right movie to confess your attraction.” Luna responded. Her eyes were closed as she tried to fight the nausea of eating too many chips in one sitting. Her feet were propped up in Bunny’s lap, taking most of the space on the sofa. Bunny had thrown a whole tantrum about equal sofa space but soon gave up when it was clear Luna didn’t give a fuck. “Not the actual bad guy?”

“I see it.” Bunny mumbled. Luna rolled her eyes and waited for Neev to answer.

“No, I meant Loki. I’m a slut for villains. I thought we all knew this.”Neev waved the drink in the air to emphasize their point.

“But he’s a villain. He killed like 80 people in two days. Look! They just said it. And he’s crazy.”

“Okay, and? I like crazy. And those were mostly white people he killed, so I can look past it.” Bunny huffed out a laugh as her friends went back and forth. It’s been a while since the gang all got together and argued about stupid shit. They all had their own lives and problems that kept them separated. It was nice to hang out like old times. “Am I right, Bunny? Or am I right?”

She wasn’t paying attention and had to ask them to repeat themselves. “The bad guys are always the sexiest.”

Before she could answer, Luna chimed in. “No, you’re just a freak.”

“At least I’m not the bitch that wanted to fuck Jasper Cullen. He was a confederate soldier.” They shot back. Luna blew a raspberry and paused the movie. Bunny leaned forward, letting her sofa-mate drop her feet to properly argue.

“That was not his fault. Stupid bitch didn’t have to write him like that.”

“There’s only one thing worse than a fangbanger.” Bunny started, mock seriousness coloring her tone. Looking over solemnly at Luna, she continued. “A fangbanger in denial.”

“Or a fangbanger that wants to bang the only type of vampires without fangs.” Neev teased, but they weren’t done. “Luna gonna be walking around here with a whole teeth mark.”

Luna fumed. Knowing she was no match for Neev, she turned her attention to the silent member that had no issue laughing at her. “You can’t be the only one not sharing, Bunny. Neev wants Loki, I want Jasper, who’s your secret crush?”

“It’s no secret that I want Sukuna to break me in half,” Bunny confessed. The outcry she received did nothing to deter her. “He is hot, he has four arms and a tongue on his stomach. Need I say more?”

“Bitch, yes! That’s a fucking damn demon your want to fuck. Neev’s sick in the head, we all knew that. You might be a lost cause.”

“Especially since Nanami is right there! Literally. Luna, turn on the show because I don’t see what Bunny is talking about.” Neev directed. In a few clicks, the trio had Jujutsu Kaisen on the screen, the opening song blasting in the small living room.

After a few episodes, Neev contested that they could see how Bunny would find that attractive. Luna remained unmoved, instead, pointing out every other attractive character.

“He’s a demon sorcerer. The demon sorcerer. Where are your morals?” Luna prodded. Bunny leaned back and sunk lower into the plush of the sofa, and shrugged.

“What morals?”

It was later, after catching the last train ride of the night back to her side of town when Bunny thought about her fictional crush for the second time that night. It wasn’t her fault, she thought, that he was so appealing. She remembered the first time she sat down to watch the show, after weeks of Luna pushing her to do so because she was the only one who hadn’t. The first time she saw him with those dark lines tattooed on his face and a sinister grin, she was a goner. Bunny watched the entire show in a night, and after a couple of drinks bought a customized blanket with the two-dimensional man’s face on it. It was one of her more embarrassing purchases.

She entered her apartment with little fuss. Remove her shoes, check. Remove her jacket, check. Take a couple of pain pills before her shower, check. Nightly hygiene, check. In no time, she was in her large bed and covered in her heavy blankets to fight off the chill still in the air. When five minutes went by and she still felt the cold seeping into her bones, she blindly grabbed the blanket she kept at the foot of her bed. Much better. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, Bunny found herself submerged in her dreamscape.

Her dreamscape was the pit of hell with random skulls strewn about and stained red. The smell of copper and rust hung in the air, unsettling her stomach. What type of dream is this, she mused. Was this that lucid dreaming Neev loved to talk about?

“There she is! There’s the little whore with no morals who sleeps with the image of my face covering her!” Her body jolted in shock. Upon a pile of bones and rotting carcasses was a chair, no a throne. It was a throne fit for a king or higher being, black and sleek with dark jewels embedded into the structure. “I heard you call for me all night, pet. At first, it was annoying but then you began to intrigue me. Not many women openly admit to wanting to ride my second tongue.”

“Sukuna..” Bunny couldn’t believe her eyes. He had the same tattoos, the same cocky grin, the same undercut with pink tufts of hair at the top. It could only be one person. But how could that be? It had to be a dream, there’s no way she was getting demeaned by a fictional character. And yet.

Her surroundings warped around her and suddenly Bunny was on her knees in front of his throne. Her pupils were blown wide open, disbelief still stuck on her face. Her lips felt dry from the stifling heat that was a part of his domain’s aesthetic. His four eyes stared her down. She felt like prey.

“Let’s not waste time. It’s been so long since I had a proper whore on her knees. The brat I’m stuck in doesn’t think fucking is a priority of his.” From her view, he looked so much bigger than she imagined. He wasn’t in full form like the manga showed in a couple of chapters, probably because his teenage host has yet to eat enough fingers. Bunny felt like she could stare at him all day not get tired. “Oh? Was I unlucky enough to pick a brainless bitch? Doesn’t matter. Even the stupid can be taught to open their mouths for their betters.”

Her head whipped to the side before the pain settled in from being slapped by his right hand. Her face felt nothing but the stinging sensation of being hit like that. She had to blink back tears before any began to fall over her waterline. The demon sorcerer did not care about her and the fact was made clear when he slapped her opposite cheek just as hard. This time her mouth opened to let out a scream of pain. Ow…”

“You think I have time for you to toy with me woman?” Bunny opened her mouth to ask when exactly has she toyed with him, but fingers from one hand clenched at her jaw to keep it open and her words silent. “I’m not yet at full power. My cursed energy will run out and you’ll be sent home. There’s no time to play this game of yours. Open your mouth, now.”

Bunny obeyed without question, widening her mouth with his hand keeping her grip. His lower eyes squinted in joy. “There you go, woman. Open it wider for your master.”

“Sukuna…” plush lips whispered. Bunny opened her mouth to the fullest extent, enough she feared her jaw would dislocate, and let her tongue peek out in invitation. Sukuna groaned, pleased with the view he was seeing. He dug his black nails into her flesh, just enough to see a bead of blood on her brown skin.

“Perfect.” Bunny watched with anticipation as her ‘master’ disrobed himself. His kimono made its home on the throne as Sukuna began to stroke himself. Her eyes widened when the second pair of arms became visible. He was a menace with just two hands, she wondered if she’s in over her head. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

He filled her mouth in one second. He was thick, barely giving Bunny any room to move her tongue around his flesh. An unlucky person would be gagging around him as the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

“No choking? How many cocks have you sucked to get rid of that reflex?” She wanted to answer that it was a childhood surgery that took her gag reflex, but something deep inside told her he wouldn’t care. Sukuna pushed himself deeper into her mouth until her nose met the hairs of his crotch. He then placed a hand around her neck and squeezed. “There’s always suffocation though.”

Maybe Luna was right, Bunny wondered as the demon sorcerer began a rough pace of forcing her head to bob around his flesh. It was easier for her to just have her mouth open and let him move her as he pleased. She felt like a mere toy for his amusement. From his throne, two pairs of red eyes watched with lust as her spit bathed his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he derived so much pleasure from a woman’s mouth. Sukuna’s lower arms began to move, one going to pet her hair like she was a prized possession and the other roaming down her body to grope at her covered skin. Anger flashed through him and he yanked her head back. “I’m such a barbarian. Here I am, about to fill that pretty throat of yours while you still have clothes on.” Snatching her up from the floor of bones, he settled his prize in his lap, his sharp nails making quick work of her sleepwear. A hand moved to her head and that’s when Bunny had enough.

“Wait, not my scarf! It was a gift!” She pleaded, voice hoarse and throat sore from the facefuck she received. Keeping eye contact, Bunny reached up to untie the scarf on her hair and place it next to her shredded clothing. It was like meeting the gaze of an apex predator and trying to not gain its interest. Too late for her.

“Maybe there is a god if out of all the women in this world, I got the sexiest one alive. Move forward, woman. Let your master taste your pretty tits.” His command once again compelled her to obey. Her nude form shifted forward on his lap, his hard cock caressing the underside of her ass. His tongue already had drool dripping from the tip and Bunny wanted nothing more than to take the fluid into her mouth to taste. She leaned back slightly and arched her spine to offer her uncovered breasts, her nipples already hard and begging to be licked.

“Ah, Sukuna…” Moans fell out her mouth like prayer. His tongue moved with dexterity she’s never experienced before. The curse only moaned and took more of her tit in her mouth. Raising a hand to her neglected side, Sukuna added to her pleasure with the emergence of his second mouth on the palm, its tongue just as eager as the other. Bunny’s thighs straddled his crotch, moving her hips to reach greater heights of pleasure. “Yes, Sukuna! More, please.”

“Prideless whores are the best. You have no issue begging at your master like a pet, no desire to hide your lust. Whores like you are one of the few things I miss about humankind.” He said after ripping his lips away from her tantalizing flesh. Never has he tasted a human so sweet and soft. Something in him begged for more. More room, more time, more of her. “Hold on Little Bunny.”

Bunny listened and clamped her arms around his right ones and held tight as her surroundings once again warped around them, this time they were in a bedroom. She’d never seen this in the anime, but this was his innate domain after all. This entire world was influenced by his desires and energy, it’s not impossible for him to be able to do this. She gasped as his second hand nipped harshly at her breast, letting go of his arms in shock. He took the opportunity to shake her off him. Bunny fell on the bed, cool silk sheets caressing her overheated brown skin.

Her eyes trailed him as he stood in front of her. “There’s so much I want to do to you, Little Bunny. I don’t know where to start…”

“What do you want to do most? You can bring me back, right?” Bunny asked as her acrylic nails trailed her plush frame. She kept eye contact as she rubbed on her thighs, displaying her wetness. “I still think this is a dream but I don't want you any less. Let me serve you, Master. You haven’t had a woman in a thousand years? Let me be your reintroduction to sexual pleasure.”

She moved her body like a vixen, enticing the demon sorcerer to get on the bed and contort her body to his liking. Sukuna had her on her back with her legs open to fit him between her thighs. His mind was still overwhelmed with images and ideas of what he could do to her. He wanted his prize to keep sucking him off, to bleed all over his sheets, to beg for more and mercy. Most of all, sukuna wanted her to cry.

Bunny moaned when just one of his hands caught both of hers and yanked them above her head. Another pinned her hips to the bed. He let his remaining limbs pinch and toy with the nerves all over her body. His name left her dewy lips like a prayer when he returned his mouth to her breast. He seemed set on burying his head in her cleavage for the foreseeable future, surprising her when she felt his second tongue emerge on his stomach, perfectly aligned with her dripping cunt. Although she wanted nothing more than to buck her hips to get more of the muscle on her flesh, the hand on her hip did too good of a job keeping her restrained. Two of his hands moved to cup her asscheeks. After a painful squeeze, the hands proceeded to spread the globes of fat apart, giving the tongue more room to play. “Oh, God.”

“Yes, I am your God.” He muttered into her breasts. His sharp teeth were leaving bite marks on her chest. “You taste so good. Never had a whore with a cunt this wet.” He added, his point being driven home by his second tongue dive into her tight hole. The stretch made Bunny tear up, which did not go unnoticed by Sukuna. More, he needed more.

The sound of something breaking caught Bunny’s attention. She opened her eyes to see the tip of a black nail dropping onto her neck. “Whaa?”

“You want me to stab you, woman? I’m not usually so kind to my food.” Bunny whimpered. The hand with the missing nail smushed her cheeks together as he smiled at her. She could almost believe he wasn’t the famed king of curses with a smile like that. His expression turned menacing. His hand left her face with a quick slap, then diving between their two bodies, he was on a mission to see more tears. “So wet, pet. All for me? All for your master?”

The short-nailed finger began a brutal assault on her clit. The bundle of nerves was rolled, flicked, pinched, yanked, and tickled all while his lower set of eyes watched. His second mouth and her arousal provided more than enough slickness for him to toy with her. His primary eyes watched her face for cues, waiting for the sign of tears. Bunny delivered without delay. “Yes, all for you-ah! Sukuna!”

“Cry some more for me. Beg me.”

“Please, please, master…”Her mouth opened to plead for mercy. His finger and tongue worked in unison to build her orgasm quickly. The sloppy movement provided background music, the squelching and slurps filling the room with erotic noise. When the tip of his second tongue reached the wall of her cervix, Bunny lost all control of her lower body. Pastel pink nails dug into the demon’s flesh, who in return caught both nipples in his primary mouth and yanked.

The King of curses growled at the screaming woman, her cunt attempting to milk his tongue. Her walls did little to effectively push out the muscle, allowing Sukuna to slurp her juices directly from the source. His cock ached to feel the tightness of a woman again. Releasing her peaks, Sukuna checked to see how many tears she produced.

“Yes, yes! Feel so good. Can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Bunny babbled, the pleasure nearing pain since he refused to stop moving the finger that has been working her clit and tongue still inside her. Cracking her eyelids open, the human woman was greeted by the unimpressed face of Sukuna.

“Not enough.” Before she could utter a letter, one of his hands grabbed around her throat and squeezed. “I need more tears, little Bunny. Your god demands more.” As he spoke, his second tongue slipped out her channel and laved her flesh from clit to asshole with the hand keeping her lower lips spread. Every so often the tip would nudge at her tight hole, teasing her for something more. Sukuna hiked her legs up until her thighs were parallel with her torso.

“This is what I wanted. A sobbing whore begging for me.” And his words were true. Bunny openly wept as her stimulation heightened, she never truly got to come down from her first orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she felt lightheaded as Sukuna played with her as he pleased, hand still firmly cutting off her air supply. “Still want my cock, little Bunny? Look at it.”

Her vision, though blurry, took in the sight of his hardened cock, which had been dribbling precum on one of her thighs while the tongue worked her. It was large, comparable to Sukuna’s forearm, and Bunny wanted every inch inside of her. Fresh tears leaked out and she bucked with all her might, lust tainting every brain cell she owned. “Ple..”

“What are you saying? Speak up, woman!” Sukuna licked the bottom of his sharp teeth. Never in his life has he seen one woman look as debauched as Bunny did. The mess they’ve created was on par with the orgies he used to command. Her pretty skin had been marked to hell, claws and teeth marks leaving red welts in their wake.

He needed more. Nothing was better than a prideless whore, except for an insatiable prideless whore. He wanted Bunny, his little human, at his feet for the rest of her short lifetime. He wanted her mouth on his cock, servicing him while he sat on his throne of skeletons. Sukuna wanted her crying and begging in his ear as he bounced her plush frame in his lap, forcing her cunt to take his cock until she broke.

“Please, Master! Fuck me, Please, God” Her voice harped and the curse smirked. He watched his second tongue kiss her drenched pussy then disappear behind closed lips. This allowed his heavy cock to take the spotlight, the sight making Bunny moan and buck. Clenching her throat, Sukuna waited for her to calm down.”Please, please Sukuna. Want you so bad.”

“Mm, your prayer needs some work but don’t worry little Bunny,” He stopped himself from groaning, his cock was being suffocated by her cunt as he tried to get the first inch in. She felt tighter now than she did earlier on his tongue. Easing the rest of his flesh in until the head kissed her cervix, he was serenaded by the most beautiful cry he’d ever heard. “Don’t worry, little Bunny. Your god will teach you how to properly pray.”

His first few thrusts were gentler than Bunny expected. His cock split her in half and put her womb in danger with every thrust. The vulgar sound of her sex getting fucked filled the room, more intense than when he was using his tongue. Just when the woman felt confident enough to move her hips to the curse’s rhythm, he picked up his pace. Her nails pressed into his skin again and Bunny quickly became overwhelmed

“You sound so good, moaning over my cock. Let me hear more.” Sukuna grunted. The hand on her throat moved from a chokehold to caressing the back of her head. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, he could feel the saliva in his mouth collecting at the thought of stuffing his face full of her flesh. “Proper whores say thank you to their god. Where are my praises?”

Every drag of his cock against her wall sent Bunny closer and closer. Her ears could barely pick up his commands, too full of the sound of her heart thudding. “Answer your god, woman.”

“Thank you, thank you Sukuna, feel so good, so big, thank you, master, god,” She spoke from the heart, that Sukuna could tell. Her words filled him with pride and powered his unrelenting pace until her breath hitched and her body seized as Bunny’s second climax crashed into her. Her tears were falling with new speed, hiccups left her throat and her hands, adorned with those fake claws of hers, dragged down his biceps. Sukuna grunted at the tight fit he was forced to work with. A lesser being would be forced out but he stood his ground, filling Bunny with every inch he had.

“I know exactly what you taste like, but let’s see if anything changed since then” She couldn’t comprehend what Sukuna was talking about, her mind had gone offline after her second orgasm. Only when the reemergence of his second mouth in the middle of his palm, did Bunny understand.

“Sukuna!” She yelped but the mouth did not relent its assault, the rough tongue taking extra time to suckle on her clit on its journey to her cunt. She could not see what he could, and that was a shame for Sukuna had twice as many eyes as Bunny and could see the obscenity of her drooling cunt, still getting pounded by his tough flesh, receive new stimulation via the second mouth. It nipped at her labia and licked at the ring of cream forming around Sukuna’s base. “Too much! I’m gonna cum!”

“Good. I was getting thirsty.” Bunny could only moan and close her eyes, only to be slapped back to reality. “You close your eyes while your God blesses you? Ungrateful whore.” Sukuna moved his hand higher to her clit and was rewarded by high-pitched squeals and the release of more slick.

“Too sensitive, Sukuna.” She babbled but did not protest when he sunk his cock in and stayed stationary.

“Should I kill you now then? If you can longer serve me, I have no use for you.” His question was met with a tearful apology and feminine hands gripping his shoulders in sorrow. The releasing of her legs from their position only caused more panic, Bunny clutching tighter to his flesh, even her pussy clamped down. Suppressing a moan, Sukuna tugged her arms off, sending his human into deeper hysterics. There was nothing better than an insatiable prideless whore, except a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore.

“Shut up, woman.” And there was silence, all except for the little whines Bunny couldn’t keep in. Sukuna stared her down with all four eyes, only connected by his painfully erect cock still buried in her. “Yes, I know what to do now. I won’t kill you…”

“Thank you, thank you, god. I-” Her gratitude had to be cut short to let out another lustful moan. The King of Curses had shifted their bodies, with Bunny settled nicely in his lap. “Sukuna…”

The last syllable of his name dragged out her mouth but it did not register. His eyes swept over her form, his vision now a reality, sans the throne of skeletons. “Little Bunny, I haven’t spilled my seed yet. Satisfy me and I’ll let you live.”

“Yes, I can, I will, I...I want you to cum in me.” Sukuna chuckled at her declaration, his human was drunk off the euphoria his cock gave her. The mess from her crotch slid down his flesh until it reached the already wet bedding. He figured he had enough energy to keep her with him for a couple more hours. He willed the bed under them into a chair for him to recline into.

“Let’s see you try, woman.” Sukuna can’t remember the last time he had a release. It took time to get him to the breaking point, time people did not use wisely and were killed for wasting. The curse hadn’t decided if he really would kill the woman in his lap, a part of him found her addictive. Slapping both her asscheeks, Sukuna growled. “Hurry up.”

Bunny took to her task with speed, after flexing her hips and cautiously draping her arms over his for support, she rose off his length until the tip was all that remained inside her. After a beat to collect herself, Bunny dropped back down, Sukuna grunting quietly as the warmth of her cunt embraced him. She let out her own noises, praises, and ramblings about how good he felt inside her while finding a rhythm that aligned with her goal. Then she set off.

Red eyes followed her every move, lingering on her chest to watch the delicious fat bounce. Even though this was supposed to be about him, Bunny found her pleasure quickly. Her head fell back and her hands clutched at the tendons over his clavicle. Four palms itched to tug and grasp her flesh but Sukuna refrained. He settled for mocking the human riding him.

“This is all you can do for your god?”

“Can’t go any faster? Scared I’ll break that cunt.”

“I said to satisfy me, yet you’ve already given in to your lust.” His voice strained when Bunny came on his cock for the third time that night. She batted her eyes and leaned forward, ignoring his curious expression to bite along his neck, her balance wobbling from loss of concentration. “Oh, careful, Little Bunny…”

Her manicured hands traveled down his shoulder to his chest, circling her index finger around his soft nipples, her hips in sync with the movement. Sukuna cursed with each swivel her hips did, his volume low until she ground slowly against his crotch.

“Sukuna, please,”

“Already begging for mercy. Pathetic-” Bunny’s plush lips colliding into his. Her finger tugged on his peak until it hardened, her mouth swallowed the groan she caused. Her pace slowed to grinding and Bunny took this time to deepen her kiss with the curse, whimpering into it when he bit her lip.

“I need more,” the woman above him uttered into his mouth. Sukuna hummed when she pulled back briefly. Her hand moved from his chest to one of his hands, dragging it to splay along her hip to the middle of an asscheek. “Squeeze me, please, master.”

“So desperate,” Sukuna grunted, following direction and getting rewarded with another kiss. “You’re supposed to be sat-

“More! Need more, Master.” Hazy eyes met his primary ones when Bunny leaned back again. Her hips stilled. He watched his human guide another one of his hands to her chest, the next to her knee, the final one to her face. Never in his years has Sukuna experienced this. Apparently, there was something better than a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore. A bold one.

Bunny struggled to lift her cunt off his flesh, her thighs finally giving out. Brown eyes shone with tears as she begged.

“Please, help me. M’so close Daddy.” His breathing stopped at this new title. Sukuna grew curious, but Bunny paid no mind. “Please help me, need to come. Wanna make you come, Daddy.” Her wish was granted.

Sukuna used the arms already attached to her lower half to start them off. Soon, Bunny’s moans had returned to their desperate pitch. His insults mixed in and together they harmonized.

“Prideless whore, can’t do anything for yourself, Little Bunny.”

“Need your god to help you? Your daddy?”

“Who do you think you are? Nothing more than a whore, a hole for me to fuck. You need me,”

“Never had a whore so stupid and desperate. You’d let any sorceror fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

Bunny could do nothing but weep and take everything he gave to her. Every rise and drop of her hips brought pleasure, every nudge against her cervix brought nirvana. She reached ecstasy for the fourth time when Sukuna pointed out he could see his cock fill her stomach.

“Again? So easy to please, little Bunny.” He taunted, breathing through his nose as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He could feel his body tensing, his balls filling with weight.

Bunny planted another kiss on the curse’s lips, followed by another, and another, until Sukuna grew tired and tilted her to lay on his shoulder. His ass jumped occasionally, desire to buck into her growing. Bunny babbled, a broken recorded set on repeating praises and begs to her new god.

“Shit, feel so good. A stupid whore might just make me come. You want that, woman?” Bunny nodded along, delirious with pleasure. “Want your god, your daddy, to fill you with seed.” Her hips ground against his, desperate for what he was offering. “Yea? That what you want? Pray to me.”

“Please, please, please Sukuna…”Bunny talked herself tongue-tied. Sukuna moaned at her endless prayer. His body could no longer refrain, bucking his cock as far as it could go into her plush body. A pause in her prayer to gasp, followed by those fake claws she wore digging into his skin. Her volume rose as did the sound of her gummy walls being penetrated.

“That’s it keep begging. Keep begging your god and I won’t kill you. Might even fuck a baby into you.” Her cunt clamped down again as did her teeth around his earlobe. His fingers strummed against her clit and a nipple, but his mouth kept moving. “Want that? Desperate whore, you want a cursed baby in your womb? Want to carry the heir of a king? Beg, beg and pray to me. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Want it, want it. Please master. Please, god. Please, daddy. Please, Sukuna…” His real name came out high-pitched as Bunny released again, spurring the curse into going faster and touching more.

“Find a way to keep you here, you’ll be my little mare. Sit at my feet, please me until you die.” Sukuna found himself on the edge of climax. His vision was filled with nothing but the human in his grasp, taking everything he had to give. “Look at us, Bunny. Look how well you take me. Beg for my seed. Beg to sit at my feet.”

She obeyed. Bunny’s brown eyes became glued to the mess between their legs. Most of that mess came from her, his second mouth contributed in the beginning. They were both covered in scratches and marks, though she seemed to be the only one with bruises.

“Please, come in me. Let me stay. Make me stay. Want you so much. I- I- close! Close! More, Sukuna, please.” Whatever he was about to say she would never know as her mouth found him again. Bunny was so close, nothing else mattered except the orgasm waiting at the horizon for her.

Sukuna felt her cunt beginning to constrict around him. He’s never came this fast with one person before, never felt pleasure this intense with a human. The King of Curses continued knocking against her cervix, moving her body with fever. Heat simmered under his skin, he could feel his cock twitching.

Sukuna deepened the kiss as the promise of pleasure crept closer and closer. He yearned to fill her cunt, fill her womb, and watch it drip out of her.

“Fuck!” Bunny cried out as her vision went white. She could pick up the sound of Sukuna grunting until her environment did a complete 180. She rode her orgasm anyway, noting it was less intense than she was expecting. Her eyes opened to darkness.

Sukuna was at heavens’ door, ready to fill his little Bunny with his cursed seed when her body blinked out of existence. His cock, which was just a second ago wrapped in the warmest, wettest piece of flesh he’d ever had, ached in the open air. Sukuna gaped, confused. His cock pitifully dribbled out drops of cum, and nothing else. Sukuna stared at his flesh in disbelief.

He ran out of cursed energy.

Bunny gasped back into the waking world and shot up in her bed. She was tucked under blankets with the fan on. The clock read 4:34 am. Was it a dream?

Moving to pull down the blankets, she hissed. Her everything hurt. With wide eyes she bolted out the bed, ignoring the pain to fumble her way to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, Bunny stared her body down.

Marks and scratches everywhere. Bruises and puffed cheeks. Her hair, wild and without a scarf.

It wasn’t a dream.

How the fuck is she supposed to go to work like this?

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