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Pond and Poetry
True Form Sukuna x Reader
Permission Universe ❤️
Rating: Mature
Wordcount: 1,358
Fluff! Flirt and a little bit of dirty talk… Soft Sukuna all the way tho.
Summary: Sukuna meets you in the garden, while you’re busy playing with Kois. And then you flirt. Just flirt. I got some Permission feels recently so I couldn’t resist to write this.
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Warm sun on your skin and green grass beneath your figure, as you lay in front of the pond. Spring is here, the air is not cold and not warm, perfectly balanced by cold breezes and the warmth of the sun. Cherry blossoms start to bloom and small little wild flowers poke their head out of the ground.
Colourful Kois are swimming quietly in circles. Back and forth and left and right.
And you watch them with a thoughtful smile on your face, while you let the sun warm your figure. The sight reminds you of the time, when you and Ak-
When you were watching the Kois together.
The kimono you’re wearing is heating up with each minute, coating you comfortably. Supporting your head on your right hand, you reach with your left one into the cold water.
Your finger dips in, an attempt to touch one of those big fishes, that sometimes disappear beneath the reflection of the sun.
However, this reflection is interrupted, as suddenly your tall King steps onto the bridge next to the pond. Without greeting him and now having a better look at the Kois, you manage to brush your skin against the smooth surface of their scales. Your eyes light up and you smile.
“Got you.” you whisper quietly, as you see the outlines of familiar spiky hair and a huge figure imprint a shadow on the water.
You blink and finally look up to your right, seeing Sukuna’s gentle eyes looking down at you, his head being propped up on his right upper arm, just like yours. He’s wearing his Hakama pants and black cloak, while he leans against the balustrade of the bridge. He cocks his eyebrow at you.
“Childish brat.” he teases, flashing his teeth into a smirk. You huff, before you stick your tongue out at him.
“Let me.” you mutter, before you turn back to the Kois, as you keep twirling your finger in the water.
He huffs at your response, as he keeps watching you.
“Join me.” you continue almost inaudible, as you wiggle up your feet and swing them back and forth.
No response.
Except a pull on your heart. And you know what’s up.
You sigh, before you retrieve your hand from the water and tap with your palm on the spot next to you.
Two times.
Tap.Tap.
“Come.” you say softly, still not looking at him.
And you can feel his eyes boring into your figure and how his shit eating grin eats you up, before you hear him shift. Sukuna’s naked feet move over the wooden bridge, then through the fresh grass, until they come to a halt at the spot you pat on with your hand.
Don’t look at him.
One of his hand brushes against your moving left ankle, before you feel his foot gently push against your hip.
You ignore him.
He huffs again.
Unbothered, you dip your finger back into the water.
Another attempt of touching those colourful scales.
With a soft breeze, you finally feel him crouching down next to you.
More.
He takes a strand of your hair, fiddling it between his fingers. You quietly retrieve your finger from the water again and reach behind you.
“Closer, my Love.” you mumble softly, as you get a hold of his cloak and pull. One, two times.
And you can feel his grin again. You know he’s just watching you, waiting with what you’re coming up next.
It’s amusing to him. Actually... for the both of you.
To your surprise however, he leans down. His teeth find the shell of your ear for a moment, before he lays down to your left, on his stomach, just like you.
“They’re your gift for me after all.” you say with a satisfied grin on your face, still not looking at him.
As long as he’s this mute, giggling hunk of a man, you would rather admire the fish... And you know it’s a lie.
You have to force yourself to keep looking at those Kois, because you can’t get enough of him. Still.
After all this time.
Because you are his and he is yours. For now and all eternity.
“What now?” he whispers quietly in your ear, his pretty nose presses against the side of your head, taking in the scent of you and your hair.
“You’ll get a kiss if you can touch one of them.” you nudge your head to the pond, before turning your head to finally look at him.
His expression slackens and his lip rises into a mix of a sneer and pout, before he rolls over onto his back and closes his eyes. It makes you snort.
But, you catch yourself, trying to suppress a laughter.
Behave.
You lean over and with the index finger of your right hand, you give him a poke on his bottom lip.
“A kiss on your lips then.” you say cheekily, as if you just upgraded your offer significantly, while you watch how the shadows of the trees and the light of the sun dance with each other upon his facial features.
He blinks his crimson orbs open, still holding his unamused expression, as he grabs your right wrist.
Too much?
You inhale.
“A kiss on my lips then?” a new offer, using a mature voice this time.
A pause.
And a breeze, while he contemplates your new offer. You watch Sukuna’s hair move from the breeze, before his lip twitches. He pulls you closer. Close enough, to let his lips slightly brush over yours.
“A kiss on your lips it is.” he breathes. “And a kiss on your cheeks. And...”
“And?” you raise your eyebrows at him.
“...the sound of your thighs.” he concludes, brushing his nose against yours. “And how they mute my ears.”
Oh.
Heat rushes to the cheeks in your face and to the lips between your legs.
Heartache.
“Maybe you should write poetry.” you cock your head to the side, trying to act over your embarrassment and arousal.
“Maybe I should.” Sukuna smirks quietly in response, as his eyes pierce through you.
God.
You chew on your lip, as you lean back into your previous position and turn back to watch the fish in the water.
“There.” you dip your left finger back into the cold, as you watch him in the corner of your eyes, how he rolls back over on his stomach, leaving the black cloak laying in the grass.
Sukuna reaches for the water too, but his finger brushes over your hand first.
So gentle. So slow.
His touch feels electrifying, sending a feeling of home and love through your whole body.
Those fingers that killed many men and women and children. Those fingers that did such cruelty.
So soft against your skin. You focus and watch his hand closely.
And your heart starts racing.
His index finger follows the line of your hand, along your own finger and finally dips into the water as well. Sukuna’s hand stays resting upon yours, as you both slowly circle your fingers in the water.
It almost drives you insane.
The Kois keep dancing around your limbs, coming closer, swimming away again.
Sukuna quietly guides your hand closer to one of them. A gentle vibration flows through your hand and you notice how the fish grows slower in its movement.
Careful.
Your fingers brush against the scales. In unity. Along the whole length of the fish. “Got you.” he whispers against your hair, sending shivers through your whole body.
Sukuna then guides your whole hand underwater and turns it upside down, making it able for you to even hold the Koi for a few seconds, until it swims away again.
Your eyes light up again, as your heart is beating in your chest. And Sukuna pulls on it.
“Use me as your canvas.” you whisper, your voice almost trembling, wetness rising between your thighs, before you look back at him and his eyes falls to your lips.
“I will.” he stares and you stare back at his wrinkly eyes, before he leans closer. “Gonna write my poetry all over your body.”
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lmk if you want to read how Sukuna’s poetry looks like ✌️
#sukuna#true form sukuna#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#nighty writes#drabbles#permission#sukuna smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#true form sukuna smut#one shot
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Strictness Simplifies
There's an epiphany that comes from realising things feel better when you're given permission.
Initially a firm No might feel like a moment of disappointment, but it's followed by an even deeper sense of satisfaction. You appreciate someone else is looking out for you, one who knows what's truly best for you.
Their strictness doesn't feel like petty policing, it's actually strangely arousing. It makes you imagine being told to stand up straight, and having your panties pulled right down. Strictness makes you think of hairbrushes and canes, and all the other ways of smacking bums. Of control and consequences. That's why strictness turns you on.
Permission is hot. You adore their stern voice and their certainty. Their interventions rescue your overstimulated mind, and instructions make the world make sense. They grant you the precious freedom not to think.
Without their guidance, you know deep down you're just a very silly little girl or boy. Lost and adrift in a big bad world.
It's liberating to no longer have your mind confused with difficult options. To be given the gift of simplicity. To follow the path laid by someone you love and respect.
How many of your fantasies begin: "Please make all my decisions for me, so I only have to worry about being good for you."
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I’d become someone who was so concerned about doing a good job that I’d forgotten how to discern what a good job really meant. If you live for others you risk becoming centerless, lost. You forget that rules are arbitrary, everything is arbitrary, adulthood is about a kind of isolating freedom that drowns you if you can’t swim in it. You have to decide what your values are and live by them. You can’t always be wavering, floating from shiny thing to shiny thing, perpetually lost. Or you can. That’s the scary thing, you can do whatever you want.
Ava, permission
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Your hands have permission to wander.
Six Sexy Words
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May I ask why you don't want your prints used for tattoos?
Sure! Let me explain this.
First thing, most of my artworks are dedicated orders.
People who ordered such illustration paid for the art to be done and it would be extremely unfair to let other people use the design they paid for. Selling tattoo tickets of such designs would be quite a nice way of passive income for me, but it would just be unfair, so I don't do that.
Second thing, and this is the thing I feel people need to understand the most - art is my full time job.
As every adult I have such basic costs as cost of living (food, rent), taxes and healthcare. In the past when people asked, I just gave them permission, of course only in cases when they wanted to use my personal art. However in period of past years I receive more and more questions about it, and a lot of people just take my art and use it without my content too. Even tattooists take my art without permission and use it on "their" designs claiming the design is created by them.
People ask to use (it's nice they do, though!) or use my works without permisson despite the fact that I'm offering tattoo designs. I understand that not everyone can affort that but I believe that as the tattoo artist gets paid for his part of the job, so should I - without the design there won't be a tattoo.
Do these rule apply for all of my artworks?
No. If it’s personal artwork then I will be more than happy to give you permission. However, it will also require symbolic fee. Why? For the same reason as above.
On the other hand, if I would give the permission to one person, then, to be fair, I should give it to another. Approaching it jokingly, in the next few years we could arrange a one-design tattoo convention.
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favourite poems of june
chase twichell the snow watcher: "hunger for something"
hester knibbe hungerpots (tr. jacquelyn pope)
jan beatty an eater, or swallowhole, is a reach of stream
sally wen mao the toll of the sea
peter everwine rain
rebecca lindenberg the logan notebooks: "poetic subjects"
john kinsella native cut wood deflects colonial hunger
katie peterson permission: "the truth is concrete"
linda hogan dark. sweet.: "innocence"
jános pilinszky (tr. george gömöri & clive wilmer) van gogh's prayer
david sullivan the day the beekeeper died: sulaymaniyah
sandra simonds you can't build a child
kari edwards bharat jiva: "ready to receive remains..."
george kalogeris rilke rereading hölderlin
philip nikolayev letters from aldenderry: "a midsummer's night stroll"
franz wright the raising of lazarus
erin belieu black box: "i heart your dog's head"
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: "the hawk's cry in autumn"
jonathan galassi north street and other poems: "may"
stanley kunitz the collected poems of stanley kunitz: "end of summer"
robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "a bird in the house"
liu xia (tr. jennifer stern & ming di) empty chairs
wilfred owen exposure
mahogany l. browne this is the honey
diane lockward the uneaten carrots of atonement: "for the love of avocados"
peter balakian ozone journal: "here and now"
(tw: miscarriage) kathryn nuernberger rag & bone: "translations"
ailbhe ní ghearbhuigh conriocht ["werewolf"] (tr. billy ramsell)
craig arnold meditation on a grapefruit
anzhelina polonskaya (tr. andrew wachtel) to the ashes: "a few words about van gogh"
support me
#tbr#tbr list#poetry#list#june#poems#poem#chase twichell#the snow watcher#hunger for something#hester knibbe#hungerpots#jacquelyn pope#sandra simonds#you can't build a child#katie peterson#the truth is concrete#permission#john kinsella#native cut wood deflects colonial hunger#sally wen mao#the toll of the sea#may#north street#north street and other poems#jonathan galassi#peter everwine#rain#philip nikolayev#letters from aldenderry
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Can't I Stay Longer ~ These Games are Great Fun!
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her mouth hangs open
heedless of the drool
cunt a desperate mess
of need and wet and ache
she rides the edge
relentlessly, recklessly
desperate for relief
that will only come
with his permission
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⚠️ATTENTION⚠️
Everyone help however you can with Jacksfilms. He was doxxed by sssniperwolf on instagram. Go and report Sssniperwolf on YouTube and any other social media platform much as you can. Maybe even make a video about it.
⚠️PLEASE REBLOG THIS⚠️
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Asking this because, a lot of the big debate over AI art beyond the issues wrt labor displacement is "They didn't ask us if we wanted any part in this," especially with regards to current events.
And, for all I dislike the general Discourse, that's a reasonable feeling to feel, and I'm legit curious how many folks would have opted in if they did.
It's actually relevant to a thing that I think you'd be pleasantly surprised by, so stay tuned for that...
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Sometimes I wonder if the heart of the female experience is striving for a perfection that you’ve known from birth you’ll never reach or keep. It feels clear to me now that to become real to ourselves we have to keeping turning away from wanting other people to condone or praise our way of life. If you don’t give yourself permission, no one will.
Ava, permission
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Yes, you have my consent, Sir.
Six Sexy Words
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Disgusting @hzrny-toy had a fantasty she just needed to share to get the privilege to rub
"I want to be blackmailed by a colleague at work who finds out about this tumblr and threatens to expose me to everyone I know including my boyfriend. At first it’s nothing insane, he gets me to post things on here suggesting but not out right confirming my identity to the world. Then he steps it up a level, he makes me send him nudes and then if he approves them I’m to post them here. It doesn’t take long for him to get bored of that as well and want more. He has me meet him after work and tell my boyfriend I’m just working late. He drags my ass into a janitors closet at the office and orders me to my knees. He makes me close my eyes and suck his cock, he says closing my eyes will help me forget it’s not just my boyfriends cock. Just as he is about to cum he tells me to open them and look up at him. I do so and he’s been recording the whole thing. He pulls out and cums on my face whilst telling me I’m “such a good little cheating fucktoy”. He uses that video to make me do even more degrading things over time until one day he gives me a choice. I quit work, I leave my boyfriend and I become his sex toy forever, the rest of my life OR he releases everything he has on me but I never hear from him again. Having to make that decision breaks me for a couple of weeks, I don’t stop crying and worrying the whole time until my decision deadline is up. Either leave the life I love or ruin it. I choose to leave it and protect the people I love from learning the truth. I hand in my notice. I break up with my boyfriend over some stupid bullshit and move in with my new “owner”. He tells me I made the right decision that night whilst he makes me suck his cock almost enthusiastically. I’ve come to enjoy the use and abuse over the weeks and months that lead to this point. As he cums he shows me his phone. He released everything he had on me anyway. No going back now. This is my life. My masters personal fleshlight forever"
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"But, look, Vimesy used to say that sort of thing, too, I heard him," said Nobby.
"Yeah, but that was different."
"How?"
"That was Mister Vimes," said Stronginthearm. "Remember that riot in Easy Street last year? Bloke came after me with a club when I was on the ground, and Mister Vimes caught it on his arm and punched the man right in the head."
"Yeah," said Constable Hacknee, another dwarf, "When your back's against the wall, Mister Vimes is right behind you."
Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant
#samuel vimes#nobby nobbs#stronginthearm#hacknee#the fifth elephant#discworld#terry pratchett#dwarfs#racism#vocabulary#terminology#different#permission#leadership#support#teamwork#street cred#respect#when your back's against the wall#he's right behind you
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