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Paying Pet a Visit

TW: 18+ pure smut. some degradation at the end. the king of overstimulation.

word count: 2,240

Author's note: I don't think i'll ever know when to stop. sorry it didnt turn out to be just a one shot.

*this is a second part to Mater's Little Pet but can be read alone.

Sukuna kept you in his domain for much of your time and it was just as much your choice as it was his. Though he’d like to think it was only because he “commanded it.” You weren’t mad at this either, he kept you quite entertained. Since your creation he spoiled the shit out of you, he wanted to make sure you never had a dull moment. The man was glued to your side when he wasn’t off doing whatever the hell it was he did as King of Curses. You never questioned; it didn’t matter to you. However, you did question occasionally if he had made you that way or you somehow developed your own thought process. These thoughts only ever lasted for a moment though, you were too content to think about the why. You thought best to live in the moment.

“How’s my pet?” Sukuna strolled through the doors, commanding the attention of the room right away was his style. He never had to make much effort in it. He exuded power, so one couldn’t help but look.

“Master!” You jumped from you spot at your little desk, meeting to greet him. He showed you a new book before casting it aside. He clearly had other plans today. “How were your travels? Thank you for the gift. Master, I was practicing what you taught me yesterday-“ You paused, unsure of how to actually explain any more. “Just look!” You held out your small slender fingers, red energy slowly started to flow from the tips down to your wrists then up to your elbows. Focusing on the doorknob behind him, just barely visible behind his broad frame. You flicked your wrist out in its direction, then melted it clean off the door, the wooden frame getting charcoaled in the process.

“Look at that.” He praised, with a smirk not paying any thought to anything you’d said up until then. Giving you a slow clap as he sauntered over to you. The man was practically undressing you with his eyes. He definitely had something on his mind, and it was making your core flutter in anticipation.

“I’ve also been reading more; I think that’s what I really needed to get these damn words out instead of them all just jumbled all up in my brain. It feels good to finally have a conversation with you, master.” You sighed, falling back onto the small sectional sofa you asked to be put in the room you shared with him.

The long red silk robe you wore fell open and exposed your breasts slightly. Sukuna went rabid. He was straddling you, either knee pinning you in place. His hands ripping open your robe completely. The sound of a small tear of the ties caused you to frown lightly.

“I’ll get you another.” He waved it off, it was a casualty of living with him. You couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t literally ripping your clothes off of you. Your tits free, he was on them instantly. His hands kneading your tender mounds, he leaned his head down and started to bite and lick one, and then the other. Making sure to pay equal attention to both. When his bites started to get rougher you gently guided his head up so that you were facing one another. Your warm hands cupped either side of his face as your thumbs outlined his markings. “At this point you owe me a few.” You chuckled, leaning in and kissing him gently. The energy you emitted, the completely opposite of his, you didn’t need to be so harsh and needy with your advances, after all he wasn’t going anywhere.

Your gentle pace was rejected though as he pressed his lips to yours, teeth crashing as his tore his own clothes away. “Always so rough, master.” You giggled when you could get a breath in. Your hands flew right down to his throbbing cock the moment it was free and he couldn’t make you speed up your pace even if he tried. You were very much into taking your time after he so eagerly showed you he felt the opposite. He knew this about you, it drove him mad. When Sukuna fucked you it was always deprived and rough. A few times you attempted to get him to slow his pace, just to see if he would enjoy, it but he never slowed long enough for it to even count as trying. When he wanted something, he took it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, watching you closely with a hunger that made you shudder in anticipation. “Showing you how much you mean to me, master.” You cooed, sliding down off the sofa and on to your knees, motioning for him to sit in front of you. “Don’t you dare try to speed up either. Just let me do my thing, okay?” You asked, with all the seriousness you could muster, and knowing full well he wasn’t going to listen. But he simply nodded in response, his hand gesturing to his impressive member, twitching and waiting for you.

“Get to it.” He commanded, propping his chin up with his hand waiting patiently.

Maybe he will listen to me this time. You thought as you pushed your hair back, not wanting it to get in the way. Sukuna’s had was fisting it up in a mess on your head before you could try to actually pull it back. His fingers digging in a little to make you wince. His sadistic smile plastered on his face told you he was indeed not going to listen to you again.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you did as you were told and stuck out your tongue to lick from his base to his tip, ever so slowly. Once your lips were near his tip, you swirled your tongue around a bit before suckling just the tip again. His hips jerked up to try to get you to fully take him but you pressed your hands down on his hips, stopping him. He let out a frustrated growl at your action, but didn’t try again. He let you continue with a moan of defeat.

You gave him a light pat on the thigh to show your gratitude for not trying again and sucked him down to the base as a reward. You felt him forcefully suck in a breath as you did so. Letting out an exasperated “fuuuuck” on his exhale. His little noises and grunted curses drove you wild. You in turn let out a whimper of your own at the sound of his pleasure. Just hearing him make those noises because of you could make you come undone almost instantly.

The hand fisting your hair tightened as he pushed your head down, guiding you at his own paces with a maniacal chuckle. As you suspected, it didn’t last long. You eagerly took all of his cock with every thrust . Gurgles and moans of ecstasy muffled through your drool and precum dripping lips.

He didn’t let you continue however, before he was pulling you up and bending you over the back of the sofa, your most intimate parts exposed. His fingers not taking any time before they were inside you. Curling to hit your spot every time, he knew exactly where it was and he loved overstimulating you that way. It didn’t take you long before you were on the edge, he was so in tune with you, the slightest clench made him pull back.

“Not yet.” He snarled, giving you only a second to register his comment, then his fingers were three knuckles deep again. “If you fucking cum, you’re going to regret it.” His voice was dripping with venomous arousal. Adding another digit, he did not relent until you were trembling again. Right on that edge he pulled his fingers out of your wet cunt with a slick pop. You whined at the loss, wiggling your ass in hopes that’d be enough of a bribe to give you what you wanted. He simply slapped it in response. The loud smack definitely left a mark. You let out a yip at the unexpected contact.

“Not going to work.” He tsked. You thought for a moment that he probably knew your plans before you even did.

Before you could make any sort of comment, his fingers were back inside you, but now you felt the hot tickle of his breath. “Pulling out all the tricks, my king?” You purred at the thought of him greedily eating you out. You clenched tightly around his fingers again at the thought. This time though, he didn’t pull them free but continued to increase his pace and pressure. “Ah ah, don’t you dare fucking cum.” His words vibrated against your throbbing pussy. The arousal in his voice sending you over the edge, screaming as hot liquid flowed into his waiting mouth, his fingers still working your desperately sensitive bundle of nerves. “What did I just say?” He asked between licks, cleaning up every last drop of the mess you just made.

You had no words, only incoherent babbles as your face heated in embarrassment and pure bliss.

When he finally pried his face off of you, his fingers went back to work. His other hand firmly gripping your hip. “For not listening.” He growled, his pace just as fast. He wasn’t giving you any time to rest and this had you melting into oblivion.

It didn’t take long to be right on the edge again. This time he did pull his fingers away but it was only for a second and then he was balls deep with a grunt. You let out a surprised and very lewd sounding “fuuck” through a wince, having no time to adjust to his girth.

Three hard thrusts was all it took before you were seeing stars and coming undone beneath him again. “Pet, what did I tell you.” He started up his pace, not giving you any moment of rest as you came around his cock. Trembling and mumbling on incoherent curses as he continued his onslaught on your slick hole. Weightless in his arms he was able to flip you on to your back on the couch, his hands pinning you down at the hips as he continued his onslaught on your pussy. “I wanted to see your pretty eyes roll back into your pretty skull.” His voice being what sent you over this time; cumming again, this time almost pushing his cock out from the force of your release. His fingers ground into your hips as he continued, not letting up on his pace. “You think you can try to push me away?” His fingers were gripping so deep his nails were drawing blood. “I’m not fucking done.”

You tried shaking your head no to answer him, the only sounds escaping you now were moans and screams of pure bliss. “Yes, fucking scream for me. Louder now, little slut.”

Your eyes flew open, that was new. You liked that. Your grinned like a god damn fool at the new, albeit degrading nickname.

“You like that? You are a slut, only suits you’d like being called one.” His merciless pounding of your overstimulated cunt paired with the new dirty talk was really doing its number on you. Exhaustion creeping in over the pleasure. “Ah, not until I’m finished. Then you can sleep all you want.” He slowed then, that got you focused on him now, pushing back any hint of exhaustion you felt.

“That got you.” He laughed, his thrusts now deliberate and hard. Balls deep every time, hitting your g spot. They weren’t fast but they weren’t painfully slow either. He was truly going the pace you strived for. One your love struck brain compared to “making love” and not just the ruthless fucking he was so in to.

Your cunt so tight around him, he was being just as loud, if not louder than you now. “Milk my fucking cock.” He grunted, continuing the pace that had you trembling beneath him, “that’s it. Fucking cum for me again.”

You did, screaming his name as you gripped him arms and rode out your release on his cock. This action sent him over the edge. The act of you using his cock, grinding on him that way had him cumming inside you. Gasping as you felt his hot thick load coat your walls. The pair of you moaning as your releases synchronized.

He stayed inside you. “Not wasting a drop.” He murmured in your ear nibbling your ear lobe and down your neck. He thrusted lazily a few times before pulling out completely. You sighed at the loss. Though now exhaustion hitting you like a freight train you were ready to pass out right there. Sukuna saw your eyes drifting and decided to pick you up and place you in bed. To do this though, he threw you over his shoulder then threw you back first on to the mattress. With a nod that he had done his job sufficiently, he left you to rest. You heard the door lock behind you as he left. He fixed the doorknob just to lock it. You snickered and shook your head at the albeit controlling action. You knew it was so no one could get in, rather than you not getting out. The thought of the sentiment plastered a grin on your face as you drifted in to a well-deserved nap. Post release bliss and fatigue knocking you out like a light.

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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i like to write about pretty anime bois

list in the tags (but i will take suggestions since im sure i miss some babes)

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imagine this, if you will (also if you dont do Enmu thats ok. make it douma instead): dom milf reader with Enmu? bonus if they are taller and stronger than him in rank ehe

I love this lil masochist and could totally get behind this idea. though i could also see douma in the same situation. hmmmm uno momento while i whip something up

#requests

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Master's Little Pet

Requested: i feel like Sukuna is a narcissist, so, no woman is EVER good enough for him, so naturally he decides he wants to create (magically or whatever) his own woman fit to his liking, how she looks, how she acts yap yap.

after all said n done, hes fucking obsessed with her, like the typa obsession where he’d sniff and twirl a lock of her hair as she passes by, where’d he’d always want to fuck her, where he’s fucking pussywhipped. If any of his servants look at her while shes naked and hes inspecting her body and making sure she’s perfectly alright everywhere he’d rain hell. Hes just too fucking obsessed and in love (if hes even capable of that) almost like Joe Goldberg from you.

Word count: (long) 3,200 words

Author's Note: I loved this one and wrote a few different versions before settling on this. hope ya'll enjoy (if you see any mistakes, just ignore those pls.) this is +18 (absolutely NO minors pls)

I’m also writing a part two bc 1) I don’t listen 2)I don’t know the word brevity

A blinding flash of warm crimson light, and a buzzing tingle enveloping all over your... body? Your eyes flew open. They were bright and wild, frantically looking around and taking in your surroundings for the first time. It was dark and gloomy and there was a giant mountain of decay in the center of the room. “Wooooah.” You awed; the sweet melodic sound escaped your new tender supple lips. Your fingers flew up and started smushing your face. “Mmm.” You hummed between your fingers. Then raised them in front of you, inspecting every digit carefully and wiggling each one as you did so. Small black tattooed lines wrapped around each slender knuckle. Those same slender lines covered the rest of your exquisite form. You started to try to trace the lines with your new fingers when he finally caught your eye. You squinted to try to focus on him between your hands. “Woaah!” you repeated again looking with awe at the man, still not finding words as easily as you wanted. If you could speak you would tell him he was breath-taking. That his aura sent a shiver down your spine, you giggled at the reaction he was giving you.

“Fuck.” A low growl escaped Sukuna before he was practically on top of you. Strong fingers wove through your hair, pilling to the point where you felt… pain? “Ah ah ah ah.” You winced for the first time. Your neck was exposed as he looked you over. His eyes, hyper focused, slowly took in every inch of you. A flutter when straight to your core, you shifted your thighs together in response, the friction made you let out a soft whimper in response.

“Fuck.” You finally repeated. Your first official word. You giggled at the sound of your own voice. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You repeated, your laughter infectious enough to make the King of Curses chuckle. Hie large had propped your chin up so that you were looking at him.

“Welcome, my sweet pet.” His voice was low, yet soft as velvet as he spoke. A mischievous twinkle in your eye, you reached up to touch his cheek. The gentle caress of his chin with your thumb made his eyes widen with lust, his lips parted slightly so you brought your thumb up to run it across his bottom lip. That led to you inspecting his teeth, then that progressed to you manhandling him to the point where he had to hold you at arm’s length with your arms pinned to your sides.

“You might as well be a damn child.” He sighed, unsure whether what he was trying to accomplish even worked. Clearly, he needed to work on brain development. You watched him closely, lips moving rapidly though no sound escaped them you desperately tried to get your mouth to catch up to your thoughts. You had so much to say, you just couldn’t figure out how to go about that yet. You started to try to mouth words at him slower, though they weren’t real words it was just you moving your lips to mimic his. He caught this, letting go of your arms he motioned to himself and then to you as he spoke. “I am your master, and you are my pet.”

“Mats-t-er-r” shaking your head, you repeated the word wrong at first, so you had to slow down and focus on the syllables on your tongue. “FUCK! Master!” You were yelling now, your confidence brewing as you motioned for him to say more words you could try. At your outburst however, there was now a new noise approaching you. You whipped around with such speed Sukuna’s eyes grew wide, pleased with your development. Foot falls started rushing towards the door to the throne room. Then in a second, two figures barged through the door. “Fuck! Fuck! Master!” pride beaming as you shouted the only two words you knew, giggling all the while and pointing at the two new men rushing in towards you.

“Fucking MAGOTS!” Sukuna’s tone was downright lethal. The shift made you turn to him completely with your backside now facing the two new men and your attention solely focused on your creator.

“Master?” Your voice was small, almost inaudible as you questioned the sudden shift in his aura. And before you could turn to see what happened, they were on the ground writing in agony. Blood streaming from anywhere it could. Their bodies mangled beyond recognition.

Sukuna stalked towards you and placed firm hands on your shoulder, squeezing so that you winced again. You giggled at the pain, his eyes twinkled.

“If anyone ever sees you like this again, that’s what happens. Understood? No one. I repeat, no one sees you bare but me.” A complete fool that had been consciously for mere minutes already had him wrapped around her little finger, he was completely enamored. You were fucking perfect, he knew it would take time for you to develop your speech, but that was worth the time. He could sense the power he bestowed on you, and how desperate you wanted to communicate with him. “I can’t wait to fuck you into oblivion.” He purred, his cock painfully hard against his trousers.

“Fuck!” You repeated, recognizing the word, your hands now pressed on his chest, your thumbs rubbing little circles on his pecks. The movement, getting more and more intimate the longer he let you go on. “Yeah, pet. I’m going to show you why you’re here for me. With those damn perfect tits and fucking phenomenal ass to go with them. Fucking hell, I did good.” He admired his handy work, placing his fingers on his chin to take you in again. He made a spinning motion with his other finger. You started to mimic the action, twirling your own finger in response. For a millisecond you saw the same look he gave the two that he had just killed for looking at your naked form. But it was just as quick to subside as it had appeared. “It means spin, pet.” He deadpanned.

“Almost perfect. I guess I could have given you common sense. Though I suppose that will come with time, as well as your speech.” He shrugged, only a minor set back in the bigger picture of it all.

“Master?” You looked up at the man towering over your small frame.

“Yes, pet?” He wasn’t expecting much, since you knew all of two words and had been born literal minutes before.

“I love you!” You smiled, well more like ginned like a fool. Your cheeks were hot and started to ache as you spoke. You hope those were the right words your new brain was telling you to say.

Sukuna was silent. Complete and utter shock. He didn’t instill any emotions remotely close to love in you, if any emotions at. He was sure love was absolutely not one of the emotions. So what the fuck was this?

“I’m hungry.” You cried, breaking him from his thoughts. You both looked down at your stomach, which was grumbling right on cue.

“Hungry?” He looked at you completely puzzled. “What the fuck.” Completely dumfounded now. He hadn’t anticipated you needed to eat.

“Masssterrrr.” You whined, holding your stomach that was now grumbling again.

“What the fuck do you eat?” He looked at you like the enigma you were. He could have sworn his heart actually lurched at the distress in your voice. You just shrugged and looked at him with some annoyance. “What is eat?” You asked, furrowing your brows at your broken sentence. You wished you could just get the hang of this already.

He rolled his eyes as though you were the greatest annoyance to ever live. The grabbed your hand gently and guided you to another room. You hadn’t even noticed there were other rooms other than the one with the bone throne. but a door appeared near by and he ushered you into the smalled, more intimate space. Plush and very dark and red, the bedroom was cozy.

“Pick some clothes. And remember what I said about other people seeing you.” He gestured to your nakedness again and then the wardrobe across from the bed. You threw him a thumbs up and a toothy grin. So many fireworks were happening in your head the longer you were a conscious being. The thumbs up came as more of an instinct, with no real thought behind why you picked that gesture.

“Master, I think---hmmm.” You huffed in frustration at not being able to find the words you needed.

“You can take your time. I’m not expecting a fucking lecture or anything. I’m not even sure what you are exactly anymore.” He shrugged you off, though his still intensely hungry eyes never left yours.

“Is that- is that bad?” That I am not what you thought? You mind pieced in the last sentence, though your lips wouldn’t move to speak them. Very self-conscious now, unsure of what to do you just felt the instinct to hide. So you hid. You climbed right in with all the clothes in his wardrobe and shut the doors behind you fumbling a few times but getting it on the last try with a sigh.

“What the actual fuck is happening?” That was his mantra for the day. He knew creating what was essentially a life would be more complex than his usual curses, but he never would have imagined that this is how that would turn out.

Sukuna couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off his stoic face even if his tried. “Come on, come on out.” His deep voice always had an air of ancient authority but he was desperately try to be gentle with you. He was charmed by your odd and endearing cuteness. That and you had a body the gods would be envious of and he wanted nothing more than to burry his cock in every single one of your holes while mapping every inch of you with his hands. His cock twitched again at the thought.

Though his thoughts were cut short when your small mewl broke him from them. “Master.. I cant… I’m stuck.” You paused for a beat shorter than before in between your words. Huffing as you tried to untangle yourself from the mess of cloth. They were all so soft so you tried to put the sleeves on but got caught up and never took off the first one before trying another. So, well that led you to getting pretty tangled up.

The doors flew open with so much force the wood creaked and threatened to break off its hinges. Sukuna let out a very loud and very deep laugh. You felt your face form into a pout and your cheeks heat up so much you were sure they’d catch fire.

“Absolutely insane.” He clicked his tongue, gently pulling your arms free.

“They’re all so soft.” You purred, rubbing your face on a particular kimono that caught your eye. It was very plain, a solid black with white accents, a mirrored image of the one he wore. He noticed the fondness you had and helped you get dressed. His fingers lingered on your skin where ever they could, making the whole affair even more intimate. He caught him self lightly sniffing your hair when your head got close enough, completely intoxicated by you.

“Thank you, master!” You beamed up at him, eyes twinkling as you rubbed the cloth against your skin, the faint sent of him filling your nostrils. You sighed with content.

“Let’s get you something to eat now, before your perfect ass wastes away to nothing!” He chuckled as he smacked your ass, catching himself thinking that he didn’t even think he could laugh if he wasn’t killing. The King of Curses was quite smitten with you that’s for sure.

You squealed in glee but quickly stopped when your stomach growled more fiercely this time. “Ow?” You questioned the feeling. Sukuna looked at you a raised eyebrow.

“It’s not like the ow I like. This ow is different.” You looked more puzzled than him, but he was right there with you just as confused though he was beaming proudly as you used more and more words.

“Pet, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Uh- the ow when master pulls my hair is a good ow. But this” you pointed to your stomach “is a bad ow.” You were still beaming, though there was a hint of annoyance in your tone. Gently tugging on his hair to show him what you liked with a giggle.

“”Oh, pet. I’m going to show you so much more.” His voice was back to that dangerously low and sultry tone. His eyes hooded a bit in arousal. And his cock was painfully hard at the thought of fucking you senseless again.

You in turn were feeling a whole new set of emotions now. A low heat bubbling in your core. Your new mind was working overtime and you were sure there was steam bellowing off you because man, was it hot in or was it just you?

“I will love anything you show me.” You mewled, snuggling up against his arm as the pair of you walked out of his domain and on to the bright sunny street. The stark contrast in light from the rather dark and gloomy place he just had you had you squinting and blinking back tears, snuggling even closer as apprehension filled you.

The affectionate contact made him recoil but only for a moment before his was just in pure bliss. If that’s even something he could feel. He couldn’t think on it much, and just let himself feel it. Your touch was like nothing he’d ever felt before. His hand started to hungerly travel your back, needily grasping on to your ass and hips as you walked. Slowly his hand found its way to the base of your neck and that’s where it finally rested as he guided you along. The gesture made your body hum.

You didn’t walk far before he stopped you in front of a small shop. Ushering you inside, he still kept a hand on you, though it moved to the small of your back as he opened the door. When he removed his hand completely to pullout a chair for you, you hmphed at the loss of contact and stood there with your hands on your hips.

“Sit.” He eyes pointed down at the chair and you did as he said.

Then, before you knew it there was a bowl in front of you and an aroma so intoxicating your mouth was watering. “Eat.” He gestured to the ramen before you.

You nodded in return and turned to stick your fingers in to grab the egg rested on top. Sukuna slapped your fingers away with a tsk and handed you a set of chopsticks. Completely confused, you still took the set from him anyway. Holding one in each hand and looking at the bowl in front of you, unsure of how to continue. He watched, waiting for you to figure it out as he ate his own. You eyed his movements, then tried to look around you to see how others were doing it. But there was no one. Not a single soul was present in the front of the restaurant, though you could hear some murmurs coming from the back but it couldn’t have been more than two people. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Master. I can’t eat this liquid with these sticks.” You thought he was messing with you and you didn’t appreciate the joke at your expense.

“No, idiot. Like this.” He demonstrated grabbing the noodles out of the bowl for you, slow enough so you could mimic how he was holding the chopsticks. He held them up for you so you could see better.

You failed, miserably. Your fingers lacking the strength still to manage the simple motion. You opted for picking up the bowl to drink the liquid, but all of the contents of the ramen remained in the bowl. You insisted on eating those with your fingers and not the sticks he kept yelling at you to use.

Practically licking your bowl clean, your set it down with a loud crack. It broke beneath the force. “Master that was delicious!” You boomed loud enough for the owner to poke her head out from hiding.

He eyed the shattered vessel in front of you with a sadistic grin. “Yeah, yeah. Are you still hungry?” Asking as he waved your outburst off with a chuckle.

“Yes!” You answered immediately, though after a moment you were actually unsure if you still were. You sat there for a moment, thinking hard on it. Your stomach wasn’t making anymore noises, and you didn’t feel that pain anymore.

“Can you even tell?” He watched you, as if reading your thoughts.

“Umm.” You pondered. “I guess I’m not?” You answered again after he gave you a little more time.

“Pet, do you know what you are?” The question came out of nowhere but you didn’t hesitate to answer that one. You knew the answer without having to think about it.

“I’m master’s pet!” You voice came out as more of a growl than your regular gleeful tone you’ve had until now. Unsure of what game he was playing with you now, you at least thought it felt like a game.

“Yes. I established that for you. Now think with the brain I gave you and give me a sufficient answer.” He was devoid of any emotion. Sukuna was all business at the moment, his true self pushing aside his adoration for you.

You shifted uncomfortable at the change in aura. Another new feeling emerging, though you weren’t sure what this one was called yet. “I’m… master’s.. umm..” you sat there in thought, straining so hard a small vein lightly popped up on your temple. “What’s my name?” You finally asked. If you knew your name, then maybe you could tell him what you were.

“Is it not pet?” He asked completely serious, making you use your new head. The back and forth was making your brain hurt. You held it to show him you were straining, then pointed at your temple with a wince.

“You don’t know.” He sighed, knowing he wasn’t getting anywhere with the conversation now. “What would you like to be called, pet?” He finally asked his features softening, his gentle voice soothing your wild thoughts. You wished he would always talk to you in that voice. But you just shrugged.

“I like Pet for now.” You flashed him a toothy grin. “After all, it is the name you gave me and if its good enough for Master, it’s good enough for me.” You threw him a thumbs up, then without skipping a beat, you asked “So can you show me all those things now? Maybe I’ll know my name once I’ve seen more of this new life!” Your sunny disposition was not something he ever expected he’d need but now that he had you he wasn’t sure how he ever lived without it.

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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i feel like Sukuna is a narcissist, so, no woman is EVER good enough for him, so naturally he decides he wants to create (magically or whatever) his own woman fit to his liking, how she looks, how she acts yap yap.

make a lil one shot outta dis gang

HELL YES 👍🏼 oo I can see it now

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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Requests are open and I’m craving some ideas

The spicier the better 😏

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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I’m in love with a cry baby man

(But will write anyone from the anime)

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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Home Safe

Requested: Can I request a Frank Castle Fanfic? Maybe something where they're together (they also live together) and one night Frank comes home brutally beaten up and the reader treats his wounds as usual but then starts crying because she's worried?

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 800~

Author’s Note: Ya’ll I’m the worst and I know it. But here’s a requested fic. Don’t hate me too much

Frank had been gone for hours without checking in. You watched him leave the bed with groggy eyes before the sun was even up. Now the sun had set and there was still no word from him. The pit in your stomach had grown exponentially bigger as the day went on, but now that the day was over and Frank still wasn’t home you were beyond worried. “He normally says something by now.” You whispered to yourself, pacing in the living room. The cellphone in your hand was getting warm and sweaty from the iron grip you had on it. you hadn't noticed your fingers turning white from the straining.

There was nothing you could find to relax. Every possible scenario you came up in your head of why he hadn’t contacted you was worse than the last. Most of them ended with him being dead, and with the way Frank operated it was entirely possible. He never told you about his work, but you knew it wasn’t good or safe. All you knew for sure was that he would come home beat to shit sometimes and you would have to patch, disinfect, or stich him up. Most of the time his injuries weren’t too bad, but sometimes you thought it would be better if the hospital saw him. Frank was vehemently against hospitals, which made you worry more.

You decided to make a cup of tea to calm your nerves a little, since it was now four in the morning and there was still no word from Frank. When the kettle started to whistle was when you heard the front door open. Abandoning it completely, the pot still screaming, you rushed to the door. There was Frank, looking like hell, using the doorway to prop himself up.

“Jesus, Frank.” Your voice barely came through the rush of air escaping your lungs at the sight of him. Doing a quick once over, you saw he was dripping blood from somewhere and it was starting to slowly pool at his feet.

“Shut that fucking thing off, Y/N.” Frank’s voice was weak, but you could hear the agitation in his tone. So, you quickly shuffled back into the kitchen and shut the burner off and removed the kettle from the heat. Then just as quickly retreated back to Frank. You grabbed the first aid kit you kept by the front door for situations like this one as he slowly made his way to the couch. You could see he was in pain, and for Frank it must have been bad. You tried to hold back the emotions that came flooding forward at the sight of him this way. You had to be calm to stitch him up.

“You know the drill.” You couldn’t help but choke the words out and this got his attention. Frank stared up at you, aggravated and tired, but you could see some concern behind his hard eyes. He didn’t address it though. Instead, he lifted his shirt off, struggling with his left shoulder. You looked over at it and gasped. “You got stabbed.” It wasn’t a question.

“The other guy got it worse.” His words seemed cold and that’s what sent you over the edge. Tears flowing freely now, you tried to wipe them away but there was no use. “Y/N…” He stated but you just placed a finger on his lips. Nothing he said could make you feel better, not when he was sitting in front of you with god knows how many stab wounds.. or worse. What if something was punctured? How far did he have to walk? Why didn't he call?

You tried to push all the questions down and sit in silence while you patched him up. The tears slowed but your eyes stung and your vision was too blurry to be of any real help. Sighing out a huff in frustration, you got up from your seat and headed to the bathroom, wiping the sorrow from your eyes as you padded down the hall. Once there you turned the shower and called to Frank. Silence.

“You need to clean them.” You called, your voice annoyed he hadn’t answered you. Frank didn’t say a word, you only heard his shuffles to the bathroom to tell you he heard you. it was a little more silence until you finally couldn’t take it. “I want you to stop this.” Silent tears rolled down your hot cheeks. Frank looked up at you with only sadness. “i know.” Was all he had said the rest of the night. You threw different alternatives for work at him and he just shot them down with a disapproving nod.

But you knew, knew deep down this was his life and now it was yours. You had to play nurse on the bad nights. But after the very short conversation and all your tears, he made it up to you in the following days. He promised he would be more careful, he started checking in with you while he was on jobs, even brought you gifts all the nights he was away for longer than a few hours. Anything to ease your worried mind a little he tried to do; because to see you cry over him like that broke his heart and he would do anything in his power to never see you cry like that over him again. He vowed he would make it home safe to you after that night.

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justawriterofthings · 1 month

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Gimme ideas pls. this man’s making me feel things

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justawriterofthings · 2 months

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POV: This takes place right at the beginning of the pre sequel. The reader gets separated from Jack.

Just a lil quicky from my archives. I've got a bit for this oc character written but its all in the setting of Tales From the Borderlands with my sweet Rhys

if you think you see mistakes, dont mind them pls

You hid out in Jack’s office when Dahl took over. It was the only place on Helios they couldn’t break into and you were thankful for that since they were killing Hyperion employees without batting an eye. “Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Jack in your ear and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah I’m okay. I made it to your office in one piece.” You reassured him.

“Okay good. But you can’t stay there.” He sounded out of breath then he was talking to someone. “Great, you must be the new vault hunters I hired. I’m Jack.” He greeted other people.

“You hired vault hunters?” You asked, unsure how they were supposed to help with Dahl taking over Helios.

“We need the extra muscle.” He defended, then you heard him getting shot at and your connection went dead. Desperate to get to him, you ran to the fast travel machine. But you knew if you turned it on you risked getting killed and the office getting taken over, plus you had no idea where he even was. So you headed to the front of the office. The CL4P-TP units were pounding away on their computers and paid no mind to you whatsoever. You peaked out of the front door of the office and saw a few Dahl near the middle of the expansive room setting up barriers and placing ammo boxes everywhere. You didn’t stay in view long before you moved back towards the fast travel machine.

“Babe. Y/N. Are you still there?” Jack’s voice was out of breath but he was coming through loud and clear just as you started heading towards the fast travel.

“Are you alright?” You asked, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ve got the vault hunters with me. We’re making our way to the moonshot terminal. I locked the office up so you’re safe there.” His breath was shaky like he was running.

“I’m heading to the fast travel. I’ll meet you there. I can shut it down remotely when I reach you.” You were anxious to get back to him. For a few seconds he didn’t protest. It was like he was processing what you had said to him before he flat out told you no.

“No way, princess. If they get to you, or manage to get into that office?” He trailed off but it was too late you had already left for the receiving bay. When you got there you could hear the shots being fired and you quickly worked to lock his office back up. It didn’t take long for you to finish and when you had you could hear one of the moonshot cannons coming up. It was after it opened you saw a small group of people step out.

“You must be the vault hunters.” You let out a sigh of relief when you realized they weren’t Dahl soldiers. But then you got worried. “Where’s Jack?” You asked, even you could hear the panic in your voice.

“He’s down there. The lift wouldn’t work so he sent us up to dislodge whatever is in it.” A taller man with what seemed to be cyber parts answered you.

You walked over to the lift to see half of a loader bot jammed in it. After a few good, swift kicks you finally got it out and watched the lift descend to get Jack. Waiting, somewhat patiently for it to come back up, you completely ignored the vault hunters around you who had been looting everything in sight. When he finally made it to the top you couldn’t even wait for him to exit the lift before running over and wrapping your arms around him. “I thought I told you to stay in the office?” He sounded amused instead of the angry you thought he would be. “And miss all the fun?” You didn’t let him go, but held him out in front of you. You heard the small mechanical cough from the CL4P-TP unit so Jack moved your arms and went over to continue what he was doing before for you ignored his wishes and showed up. “This should get us all off the station.” He mumbled as he turned the power on, allowing them to get ammo from the dispenser.

“Hyperion Scum!” You heard a yell come from above you. “Right after you kill this guy!” Jack yelled from his position at the consol. You pulled out your pistol and fired a few shots, but so did the others. You weren’t sure who managed to get him with everyone shooting at once, but the Dahl soldier went down shortly after. You then moved back over to Jack, getting an uncomfortable vibe from the group of new comers. “Why did you hire them again?” You asked Jack as he worked. “You’ll see.” Was all he said as he continued to type out the commands for the moonshot. You watched on as he informed the Vault Hunters about the moonshot, then he looked over to you and nodded his head towards the entrance. “What?” You asked, knowing full well he wanted you to get in with them but that wasn’t going to happen. “Babe, please.” Jack sounded desperate. “Fuck that. No. There’s no way I’m getting in that before you.” You put your foot down.

“Someone has to send it.” He knew he wasn’t going to be able to go with you. Then you heard the Dahl soldiers getting closer. “Y/N, get in.” He yelled and you listened. “I’ll meet you down there.” He called before shutting the doors so you were trapped with the vault hunters. The little Claptrap unit was the only one you actually felt you could get along with. The others all looked, like they wouldn’t be fans of you. So you sat in the back of the moonshot as it made its descent. You could feel the container speeding up and you had a horrible feeling that the landing would not be fun. You moved from the corner to the middle and noticed the eyes of the other passengers, some small nods, then they followed suit. The little robot didn’t quite get it at first, but did as everyone else did.

The landing was more of a crash, and it was rough. When you snapped out of your daze you heard a female’s voice call through to the inside of the container. “You alive in there?” Her accent was thick.

“Yeah, we’re all good.” The woman wearing the cowboy hat called back. “Great. Now when you open the door, you’re going to want to hold your breath so we can get ya to an O2 station.” She called. Then the tiny robot immediately opened the container. The vacuum taking the door abruptly into space. “Hurry now.” The woman from before called, she ran back towards where you assumed she had come from and you all quickly followed her.

You felt like your lungs were going to explode. Mentally pleading that the O2 station was nearby. You could see from the corner of your eye that everyone else was struggling too, except the Claptrap unit. What you wouldn’t give to be a robot right now. “We’re almost there.” You could hear the woman call from ahead of you, and you could see a large building, hoping that was the one she was taking you to.

When you finally reached an oxygen filled environment you took in the largest breath you had ever taken before. The pain in your chest was still there and your head was pounding, but you were breathing. “I’m Janey Springs.” She finally introduced herself after saying a few things you couldn’t catch since you were more focused on air. You felt some eyes on you, but ignored them while you gained your composure. The rest of the group was doing much better than you and had been talking with Springs. You were only here because of Jack anyway. You had no real mission except to get back to him and you had a feeling they were meant to do more.

You hung out with Janey as the Vault Hunters went and ran some errands for her. “So you’re not a Vault Hunter, you’re….” She trailed off waiting for an answer. “Hyperion.” You answered, leaving it at that. She didn’t prod, which you were grateful for.

It wasn’t long before the Vault Hunters came back with Oz kits. Wilhelm, the one with the cyber upgrades even brought you back one. “Thank you.” You nodded after he handed it to you, refraining from using any of the usual pet names since he did scare you slightly.

Everyone gathered in her main room, the large window overlooked the moon’s surface. It was quite beautiful and you managed to get lost in the scenery, completely ignoring the briefing Janey was giving about the next mission.

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