Themellowminx - ˜TheMellowMinx˜

˖⁺.꒷꒦Let Go꒦꒷˖⁺.

Sukuna x Reader,

piss kink blurb

degradation, established relationship, true form Sukuna, fem-reader, MDNI

AN: this is intend to be a crack fic, if you are into this no judgement, but! I do not share your opinion, I wrote this as a challenge :) enjoy!

Stop squirming,” Sukuna said firmly, two large hands grabbing at your hips to stop them from moving.

“I need to use the bathroom, ‘Kuna, I’ll be right back,” your voice was laced with sleep, it must have been sometime after midnight.

“No,” you sighed heavily at his static reply, bladder aching. You had drank too much sake at dinner.

“Pleeease ‘Kuna! The bathroom is just right there,” you pleaded. Though you were used to your husband's ridiculous demands, this one was just plain cruel. He grunted, then loosened his grip on your hips. You wasted no time in hopping out of bed and skittering over to the sliding door, but before you could even reach the handle, you were abruptly hoisted into the air, wrenching a yelp from your throat. As two large arms caged your middle, you readied your legs to kick at the man who held you, irritated with this clingy side of him. But, instead of the insults you intended to hurl at him, only a choked gasp left you.

“What are you doing!?” you tried to wrestle out of his grip, but the arms that held you up were too strong. His remaining hands slithered up your body, palms pressing into your abdomen. Pushing, you realized, on your bladder.

“‘Kuna what the hell!”

“Go.”

“I can’t, you're holding me too tight.”

“No, urinate, I mean.”

“Now?! Sukuna, I am not going to do that.”

He simply snickered, “I thought you wanted to try this.”

He said matter-of-factly, alluding to an earlier conversation. You’d read something about a piss kink in one of your raunchy books and had been oddly curious, but this was not the right time nor the right place to explore it, and you were just straight up embarrassed.

“I-I did but–”

“Then it shouldn't be a problem.”

“But, Uraume will have to clean–”

“Don’t you dare speak another's name right now.”

Oh. You recognized the familiar bulges pressing against your lower back. He was getting hard. This only served to make you more embarrassed and, to your dismay, aroused. The pressure in your lower stomach had built and now that you weren't lying down, you felt the liquid threaten to trickle out. There’d be no way to hide it, wearing nothing underneath your robes, the same as Sukuna. You clenched your muscles, trying to stop the impending golden shower, but it was to no avail. One of the hands on your bladder moved, feeling its way up towards your breasts. Even with some of the outside pressure released, it did nothing to relieve the stress on your bladder. You felt Sukuna’s chest rise and fall with a laugh. He held you up so easily, like you weighed nothing.

“‘Kuna,” your voice sounded lustful even to your own ears, unintentionally adding to the haze in your brain, “please just let me go, I can’t hold it in.”

“Good,” he sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

You whimpered, it was a futile attempt. Slowly, achingly, warm pee trickled out of your cunt, dripping down your thighs in a steady stream and dribbling onto the tatami mats with a drop, drop, drop. Your face burned as your hands squeezed the large arms around you, nails digging into his tattooed flesh. As he kept grinding against you and an involuntary squeak passed your lips.

This was humiliating, but dear lord, did it feel good. So you finally gave up, surrendering to the disgusting act, letting your core loosen and everything spray out.

“Nasty little pet, look at how much you had in there,” his words were mean, but still you ate them up.

“I know you’re embarrassed, but you’re doing so well.”

He brought the hand on your chest back down to press again on your stomach, forcing everything out of you. You didn't try to squirm this time, letting him do as he pleased.

Sukuna’s cocks had grown so hard they were hurting. He lifted you higher, slotting between your legs, your wetness seeping through to his own parted robes, spilling down his now exposed lengths. He used your body like a toy, rubbing your leaking cunt on his boner. He was a gross creature, but this was originally your idea. After a moment, he slowly inched you to the floor so your toes were grazing the wet mats, the pee leaving your thighs uncomfortably sticky. He released one arm to pump one of his cocks, he then parted your own robe allowing himself access to your pussy. He could smell the arousal over the urine, his ego erected higher than his two cocks.

You twisted in his hold to see his face better, tears brimming your eyes and blushing all the way to your ears. You saw the cock in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, and swallowed hard. Why was your husband such a weirdo? And when did you become as foul as him?

——

The next morning, while you two ate in comfortable silence in the dining room, a loud and frustrated curse came from the bedroom. Later that morning, you passed the chambers and caught Uraume nailing in new mats, mumbling under his breath. You decided to keep what you saw to yourself, and remain silent when Sukuna complained about the next meal Uraume had poorly prepared.

Just added the shin fic to my ao3 as well :3

It is 10:47 pm and I want a grilled cheese

This is so helpful :p

Some tips for using a few words to describe voices:

1. Tone Words: Use tone words to convey the emotional quality of a voice. For example, you can describe a voice as "melodic," "soothing," "sharp," "gentle," or "commanding" to give readers a sense of the tone.

2. Pitch and Range: Mention the pitch and range of the voice. Is it "deep," "high-pitched," "raspy," or "full-bodied"? This can provide insight into the character's age, gender, or emotional state.

3. Accent and Diction: Describe the character's accent or diction briefly to give a sense of their background or cultural influences. For instance, "British-accented," "Southern drawl," or "formal."

4. Volume: Mention the volume of the voice, whether it's "whispering," "booming," "murmuring," or "hushed."

5. Quality: Use terms like "velvet," "silken," "gravelly," "honeyed," or "crisp" to convey the texture or quality of the voice.

6. Rate of Speech: Describe how fast or slow the character speaks, using words like "rapid," "slurred," "measured," or "rambling."

7. Mood or Emotion: Indicate the mood or emotion carried by the voice. For example, a "quivering" voice may convey fear or anxiety, while a "warm" voice may express comfort and reassurance.

8. Resonance: Describe the resonance of the voice, such as "echoing," "nasal," "booming," or "tinny."

9. Timbre: Mention the timbre of the voice, using words like "rich," "thin," "clear," or "smoky."

10. Cadence: Highlight the rhythm or cadence of speech with descriptors like "staccato," "lilting," "rhythmic," or "halting."

11. Intonation: Convey the character's intonation by saying their voice is "sarcastic," "apologetic," "confident," or "questioning."

12. Vocal Characteristics: If applicable, mention unique vocal characteristics, like a "lisp," "stutter," "drawl," or "accented 'r'."

♡﹗˚ ༘ Paint the Town Red ˚ ༘﹗♡

Sukuna x female reader, drabble, period sex, dacryphilia, it's sukuna idk what y'all expected... not proof read

MDNI

Thinking of Ryomen Sukuna who loves fucking you on your period.

Who loves though he’d never admit it how you cuddle against him so closely, guiding his arms around so they enclose your cramping tummy

Who loves the way your tender, heavy breasts feel in his big hands, how utterly sensitive every part of you is

Who loves how volatile you are one minute, shouting curses and obscenity at him, then a sobbing, apologetic mess the next

Who loves when you're slobbering and crying as only one of his two thick cocks slam into you 

Who loves how slick and pliable your pussy gets when it’s leaking blood. You whine about how gross it is yet your moans say otherwise

Speaking of blood…

Ryomen Sukuna who just adores your bloody, messy cunt

Who loves the taste of it on his tummy mouth and his real tongue, so bittersweet and satiating. He is a cannibal afterall

“Ryo…” You hiccup, face buried in his large chest. “T-too mu-uch–” Cut off by your own squeal as he pumps another load into you, the crimson red mixing so beautifully with his white seed. 

“Aww~” Sukuna cooed. “You poor little thing.” He licked a stray tear, holding your face so delicately as you shudder from an orgasm. 

(*´∇｀*)

a lil nervous to actually post these but it seemed fun

"just write the story you want to read!" they said. well, guess what, now i have 14 unfinished drafts because apparently, i want to read 14 different stories at once.

Oc x cannon!!!

I wanted to do this trend so bad with my mha oc, I’ve been thinking of posting more stuff for her here

(Her name is Yamiko Maboroshi)

:3

Unfortunately painfully accurate

which ao3 tag are you?

Still With You ｡𖦹°‧

Shinsou x gn Reader, Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, mention of blood, established relationship, proof read, sfw

Shinsou gets a little aggressive with reader in the beginning, but nothing happens

“Hitoshi, are you ready to talk about what happened?” Your voice was tender in the early morning. You kept your arms wrapped around the boy next to you, fearful that any wrong word or move would send him disappearing again. It seemed like what took place only hours ago, felt like years. 

It happened after class, Mr. Aizawa had dismissed everyone to go to lunch. Your boyfriend had seemed odd that day, fidgety and spaced out, something was clearly bothering him. You had intended to talk to him after class and walk with him to the cafeteria like usual, but Shinsou had left the classroom before her. ‘Weird,’ you thought, "did something happen in training last night?’ You and Shinsou often trained with Mr. Aizawa together, but you two also scheduled one-on-one sessions to focus on specific moves or techniques. Shinsou had met with him last night, he’d been intentionally secretive about the new support item he had acquired, wanting to surprise you with what he was learning. 

Shinsou could be extremely hard on himself, you knew that, but you had always, and would always, be there for him. Cheering him on, just as he does for you. So this behavior, avoidant and nervous, was disconcerting to say the least. 

You stalled in the hallways, waiting for the purple haired boy to pop up any second. When there was a sharp tug on your arm, feet faltered as you were yanked into the broom closet next to you. It was surprising, but wasn't enough to frighten you. The grip on your arm was familiar, though harsher than usual. 

“Toshi, are you okay–” your words were cut off when Shinsou roughly grasped behind your neck and began to kiss you. You two had your playful moments sure, you would tease and mess with him, and he would respond with mock anger and firm punishments. But this was different, he was different. You pushed on Shinsou’s chest, trying to get him off of her so that you could speak. Everything about his movements were wrong. His calloused hand gripped your neck harder, but not in that dominant and assertive way you loved so much. This hurt, and panic started to rise in your chest. You managed to shove him off off for long enough to yell. 

“Hitoshi, stop!” Shinsou froze. Even in the dark closet you could feel his stillness, could hear his ragged breathing. “What’s going on?” 

“Fuck.” he brought his hands up to his face, you tried to grasp them in her own, but he wouldn’t let you. “Fuck-fuck, I’m sorry. Dammit.” His voice sounded pained. Though you knew he’d never intentionally hurt you, his unusual behavior was growing disturbing. 

Shinsou threw open the door and began to walk swiftly down the hallway. You weren't going to let him leave you like this, so you followed after him. 

“Toshi, talk to me, what was that? Histoshi!” People were looking now, but you didn't care, they could all go to hell. 

“Y/n?” His voice was dull now, something was seriously wrong. 

“Yes?” You were desperate now, trying to catch up to him. But then your legs stopped suddenly, arms dropping to your side as you felt your expression smooth. You couldn't move. No–

“Don’t follow me.” Shinsou said coldly. He had used his quirk on you. Something you two swore never to do, unless absolutely necessary. His quirk turned off with what felt like a snap to your nerves but when you gained control of your body again, he was out of sight. It took everything you had not to fall to the floor and cry. 

“Y/n/n,” Ururaka’s comforting voice sounded behind you. You turned, tears welling in your eyes. “what just happened, are you alright?” your best friend was suddenly at your side. Trailing behind Ururaka was Izuku, who stood closely by, wanting to help but not quite knowing what to do. You found it hard to speak, but still you tried. 

“He–he used–” you took a long inhale and let it out shakily. “He used his quirk on me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay–he was acting weird and-and then he.” you stopped talking, now suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. God, this was stupid, the whole school doesn't need to know about your relationship drama. 

It wasn’t until later that day, when you were in Ururaka’s room, cuddled around a large stuffed animal, that the tears started to fall. The other girl sat silently next to you face solemn and round eyebrows knitted. 

“I don’t know why I’m so bothered by it, I mean clearly he wasn't in his right mind, but I can’t help but feel mad at him.” you laughed bitterly “And I tried to message him, I called him and even went to Mr. Aizawa, thinking maybe he’d know where Toshi went, but nope. Nothing. He’s not in his room, or the training grounds. I checked the weight room and even asked Tokoyami to check the men’s baths. It’s like he just disappeared.” Your head fell to the plushy cagged in your arms. “When something is bothering him, he doesn't like to talk about it, but he’s never pushed me away like this before. I should feel worried, but instead I’m furious.” Ururaka just sat there quietly, listening to her friend spill her heart out. You slept in her room that night. 

The next morning, you had a feeling that Shinsou wouldn't be in class, and, unsurprisingly, he wasn't. Anger still pumped in your chest, you’d sent a few strongly worded texts and hadn’t begun to regret them yet. You tried her best to focus on the lecture in class, taking notes and the usual tasks. But in the back of your mind, gears kept turning and thoughts kept forming, drawing your attention away from the lecture. After classes were done, you went to the library to study, but found it to be a useless endeavor. The light of your phone stood like a beacon in your hand. You read through the various insults and threats you’d sent, all left on delivered. You typed out an I’m sorry… then deleted it, Come back. and deleted that too. Some sign that you’re still alive would be nice. You pressed send and turned off her phone. 

This continued for two more days.

 The waiting was driving you slowly insane. By the afternoon of the second day, your anger had fizzled into that of worry, thinking of every possible reason Shinsou was gone; he had been kidnapped by villains, he went on a walk to clear his head and got lost, he was with another girl. That Mr. Aizawa actually knew where he was, but refused to tell you. Thoughts spiraling on and on until you finally laid down for bed. But you couldn't sleep, didn’t want to either, any moment expecting him to call, or the villain alarm to go off and find out that one of your biggest fears had become a reality. The hours ticked by until finally the clock read 3:15 A.M. 

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Shinsou had now been missing for four days. “If he’s not dead by now, he will be when I get to him.” Then a subtle, singular knock came from your door, you sat up immediately. Heart thumping in your chest. It could be Jiro, she often stayed up late, or a teacher coming to tell you to identify a body, or maybe… You swung the door open and felt every cell in your body go quiet. The figure in the doorway collapsed into you, his broad arms came around your waist and his face buried into your neck. Shinsou melted in your hold. You had half a mind to walk out of the doorway and into your room. 

“Oh, thank God.” voice cracking, you sighed deeply as the two of you crumpled to the carpeted floor. Detaching yourself from him only enough to view his face, in the dim light of your dorm room, you surveyed him head to toe. Shinsou’s eyes were sunken and his bags had gotten deeper, his face looked thinner somehow, bruised as well. His upper lip was split and still had remnants of dried blood, his hair messy and unstyled, he was still wearing his uniform pants and shirt, but his tie and blazer were gone, his shirt rumpled and dirty. Your breath caught when you saw his knuckles, deep purple bruises littered his hands. They were still stained crimson with, what you selfishly hoped, was someone else's blood. Shinsou looked completely defeated. You didn't speak, knew you didn't have to, only wrapped yourself back around him and kissed his cheek, then the other. 

Lifting both of you off the floor, making your way to the bathroom, ever thankful that U.A. had given each room their own personal ensuite. You guided Shinsou to sit on your bed and started the bath, leaving the door open so that he could see you. While the water was warming you  fished out the small first aid kit, it was basic but it would work. You grabbed the extra toothbrush under your sink and set it on the counter. You tried not to rush, but it was difficult, your emotions were somehow all over the place, and controlled at the same time. You always had a few of Shinsou’s clothes lying around in your own closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn’t have any boxers but figured it would be okay. Testing the water again, happy with the temperature, you turned it off. You went back to Shinsou, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders drooped and eyes distant. You helped him up and walked into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to undress you now, okay?” he probably wouldn't have denied you, but you said it anyway. Slowly and gently, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Shinsou leaned against the counter, bracing his arms as if his legs would give out any moment. You tried to be quick while taking off his pants, shoes and socks, all while keeping your eyes to the floor. Even though there was nothing of him you hadn’t seen before, he deserved that much. 

Stripping down to a towel, in case you got sprayed with water, you let him sit on the stool. Kneeling behind him and to turn on the faucet to fill the bucket, you used the detachable shower head to rinse his hair and body. He was shivering and a part of your heart broke in half at that. You hugged him from behind, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You pumped the shampoo into your hand and began working through his matted hair. Slowly, with each scrub and rinse, he relaxed a bit. His breathing became slower and more controlled, he met your eyes in the shower mirror, his expression having softened and appeared less severe. Once you had finished washing him, you turned off the shower and whispered near his ear. 

“Let’s get you in the bath.” and he followed without complaint, his hand on your hips, kneading gently into your soft flesh. Once Shinsou was comfortably in the bath, you wanted to crawl in with him, but held yourself back.

“I’ll be right back, alright? Just a second, I’m going to make you something to eat then I’ll be here." It hurt to leave him, even if only for a short moment, but you needed to. 

You closed the door gently, throwing on the first suitable piece of clothing in sight, and grabbing Shinsou’s dirty clothes as you hurried to the common area. You didn't want to wake anyone, but understood how precarious each second you spent away from him was. Throwing his bundle of clothes into the washing machine, then you raced to the kitchen. Luckily Bakugo had been on dinner duty that night, which meant that he had cooked up an amazing curry and there was a good amount of leftovers. You plopped the food into a bowl and heated it up. While that was warming you waited for the teapot to boil. Everything finished around the same time, and you managed to sprint back to your room, bowl and tea in hand, without spilling anything. 

Once back in the dorm, you paused for a single second, set the food and drink down, and took a moment to finally breathe. You opened the bathroom door again, half-worried that he’d be gone again. But he wasn't. Shinsou sat in the bath, asleep, warm water lapping at his sides and all the way up to his shoulders. Your heart lurched for the millionth time that night as you realized he totally could have drowned just now. ‘Falling asleep in a bath, what an idiot.’ You thought with amusement, and couldn't contain your smile. God, you were just glad he was back to her. You woke Shinsou up gently, peppering his damp skin with kisses and soft caresses. He looked a little more alive now, cleaner and less pale. 

“I’m back,” kiss “do you,” kiss “need help getting dressed?” kiss. Shinsou blinked his bleary eyes, his lips parted and the sparkle returning to gaze with every display of affection. He shook his head, expression soft. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door then.” 

You sat on her bed, lamplight illuminating her room in a warm, yellow glow.”  Pulling on the loose threads of your first aid pouch, the bandages, ointment, and saline wipes splayed out across the comforter. Shinsou exited the bathroom, dressed with a towel over his head, you sat up and brought him to your bed. You cleaned his cuts and scrapes while he ate, only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowl and the quiet buzzing from the lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. Once you were both done, you went back into the bathroom with Shinsou and brushed his teeth for him. Because of the way you’d bandaged his hands, he couldn't really hold anything very well, the cuts were a lot worse than you’d thought. Once all the blood was washed off and you saw the real damage. Keeping your curiosity to yourself, answers and explanations would have to wait. Right now he needed rest. Shinsou leaned his head in the crook of your neck, hands finding their way back to your hips. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream, you wanted to apologize for the texts you sent, wanted to know where the hell he had gone, and why the hell he left in the first place. Who or what he fought and how he won, because the only thing stopping you from finding the piece of shit who roughed him up, was the consolation that he had won. 

But everything stilled and you were able to snuggle under the covers, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. Holding on so tight that neither could move, even if you wanted to. The next morning Shinsou could unravel the twisted web of concern, but you didn’t care about excuses right now, you just missed her boyfriend, and promised to never let this happen again.