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Starring: True from! Sukuna in a cabin in the woods... Synopsis: You don't see the point in it; chasing myths on Halloween night, going deeper into the woods than you ever had before. You'd rather be at home than chasing ghosts. But, your best friend insists on finding evidence of the local urban legends, and surely she won't abandon you the moment you find what shes been hunting, right? Content Warning: Tonight we are serving True form (two dicks) Sukuna, double penetration, tummy bulges, cunnilingus, kidnapping, marking, slight dubcon, and a soft Sukuna if you squint. reader discretion is advised
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“So, remind me again why we’re taking a walk in the woods on Halloween night?” You asked your friend, narrowly avoiding a thorn vine as you pushed past the brush. 
“Because, historically speaking, people tend to see it on Halloween!” She explained, holding up her camera, “It’s our best chance of finding evidence of the spider demon.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her optimism.
“I don’t know if “Historically” is the right word to use there,” you grumbled softly as you continued your walk together. Ever since the two of you had started taking that Folklore Studies class for an extra college credit she had become obsessed with the local urban legend: The Spider Demon. To her credit, it was a genuinely interesting topic. 
As far back as town hall kept records of, there were sightings of the beast: a giant humanoid man that was covered in ancient markings, with four arms, four eyes, and a giant mouth on his abdomen. Rumor has it, he was the one at fault for all the disappearances that plagued your small town, dragging poor, innocent souls into some far off lair and feasting on their flesh. 
The sane people knew the real reason for the disappearances though; most of those kids hopped a train and got the fuck out of that dying town while they still could. You couldn’t say you blamed them. If you didn’t go to school here, one of the cheaper colleges around, you wouldn’t be here either. 
Your thoughts came to a halt as the two of you came up on an old stream. You knew it well as the boundary between where it was acceptable to play in the woods, and where was off limits. Everyone in the town had followed this rule. Your great grandparents had this rule engraved in their soul as kids, just as your parents and grandparents had, just as you had. And just as your kids would one day. No one really knew why you weren’t supposed to cross the water, just that you weren’t.
And your best friend was trying to hop across. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doin’?!” You yelled as you grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She looked at you as if you had just grown two extra heads.
"I'm crossing the stream?" She asked as if you were the insane one here.
"Yeah, I can see that dipshit!" You snapped, "Why the hell would you do that?!"
"To get to the other side?"
"What are you, a chicken?! You know we're not supposed to cross this stream." Your friend dramatically rolled her eyes, making her annoyance clear.
"The only chicken here is you Y/n." She scoffed. "Come on, it's just water. It can't hurt you." She said in a tone meant to mock assurance. It grinded your bones and made you wonder why you were friends to begin with.
"Don't be like that. Everyone in this town has been told since birth not to cross that stream, there has to be a reason why."
"The reason why is probably so little kids don't drown." She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. It made you want to rearrange her teeth. "I'm going to cross the stream and keep the hunt going, are you with me or not Y/n?" She asked.
You took a deep breath. You absolutely were not with her. Every fiber in your being was setting off red flags, you could hear your ancestors screaming at you to turn around, somewhere from the great beyond, both Cain and Abel look at you and say "girl, don't do it." 
And yet, you started to jump across the rocks. As annoying as your friend was, she was still your friend, and you couldn't let her go alone. Your ancestors all collectively face palm, your nerves explode, Cain turns to Abel and shakes his head. There's no saving you now. You swore the air temperature dropped by at least three degrees as you made it to the other side of the stream. You cursed softly as you wrapped your jacket tighter around you, and rushed to catch up with your friend.
“See? We crossed the water and we didn’t explode! Some rules are just made to be broken.” She seemed confident in that, but you still weren’t. Something was so…off. Wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. The moon was still as full as ever, lighting your way as the two of you walked. Your friend seemed fine, as chatty as hell even. And you were physically okay. Leaves crunched under your shoes, and the crickets chirped-
Wait. No they didn’t. “Hey, shush.” You demanded of your friend.
“What!? Why should I-”
“I said Shut. Up.” You snapped, an unfamiliar edge to your voice taking even you by surprise. She shut up, and you struggled to listen to the sounds of the forest. Except, there were no sounds of the forest. No crickets singing, no owls hooting, not even the rustle of a field mouse in the grass. The woods were completely silent, filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing. 
“Do you hear that?” You asked your friend.
“I don’t hear anything.” She scoffed.
“Exactly. We need to turn back.”
“What?! No way!” She protested with a stomp of her foot. You were really starting to think that Darwinism would not look kindly upon your friend.
“The woods are completely quiet.” You pointed out, “That doesn’t happen unless it has a reason to be quiet. We’re not welcome here.” You tried to argue. You would have been better off arguing with the moon itself. Your friend just shook her head as she continued to walk.
“The woods are always quiet Y/n, its what makes it so peaceful, or whatever.”
“But not this quiet!” You pleaded as you chased after her, still not willing to let her die out here alone. “Dude, please, we need to go-!”
“Ooo, whats that!” Your “best friend” quickly changed the topic as she pointed out a building off in the distance, running off to check it out. You felt your stomach fall to the floor. Who would build anything out here? You ran to follow her, deciding to just drag her back home if you had to. 
“Its a house!” She pointed out with a laugh as the two of you reached the edge of a lawn, “And they even decorated for Halloween, how sweet.” You looked at the house, an old wooden cabin that looked like something a pilgrim would have built back in the 1700s. You were shocked to see lights glowing in the window, indicating the building had electricity. That wasn’t what unnerved you the most though.
That would be the bones littering the yard. Animal and human alike, some looking older than others. All strewn about as if thrown there without any care, or sense of design. They looked more like discarded trash than they did decor, and a morbid part of your brain forced you to ask; do those maybe look a little too real to be made of plastic? You blood felt colder than ice as your throat contracted, an unseen anaconda choking you as your knees threatened to give out.
This place was cursed. “You should go knock.” Your friend smirked.
“I would rather die.” You whispered.
“I’m serious!” She laughed, “Go trick or treating! You’d probably be the first one to do so here.” 
“No way, this isn’t right. Why would they “decorate” for Halloween all the way out here? Why are they out here to begin with? It doesn’t make sense, we need to go.”
“Well, I’m not leaving until you go knock on the door.” Your friend shrugged as if she wasn’t signing your death certificate. “These kind people deserve trick or treaters, and I deserve to take a picture of you scared shitless as you knock on the door.” She laughed.
“That’s not funny!” You snapped, your patience growing thinner as your anxiety grew.
“Oh come on Y/n! Don’t be such a bitch, just go knock on the door and then we can go, okay? I promise.”
“...Swear?” You asked softly, at this point willing to do whatever it took to leave these woods and go home.
“Swear.” Your best friend smiled, locking her pinky with yours. Her smile as angelic, enough to trick you into a facade of ease. You took a deep breath as you approached the door, carefully avoiding the skeletons as you walked. Did they looked chewed on? You didn’t want to think too hard about it. You could feel your heart in your throat, the false courage of your friends pinky promise fleeing faster and faster with every step you took closer to this house. It radiated death.
Climbing the creaky stairs was harder than you anticipated, your jittering joints protesting the very act. You reached a trembling fist to the splintering wooden door, knocking as soft as possible. “H-Hello?” You called out, hating the way your voice quivered, “Trick or Treat!” Your entire body tried to collapse in on itself, the only thing keeping you from doing so was the primal instinct to maintain your ability to run should you so need.
You waited a few seconds, then let out a shaking breath as no one came to the door. As you turned back to your friend, you were blinded by the flash of a camera, freezing you in your place. The sounds of her cackle filled you with rage. You really needed you friends. 
You rolled your eyes. “There I knocked. Are you happy? Can we please go home no-” your words died in your throat as you heard the door open.
“Trick.” a rough deep voice said, deeply unfamiliar to you. You watched your friends face contort into fear and her jaw unhinged itself into a scream as she scrambled to get away. Though, you weren’t able to hear her panic, the ringing in your ears becoming deafening as you felt your feet fall from underneath you, a python of an arm squeezing your stomach as you were lifted into the air, and into the house. 
You tried to grab the door frame as you were dragged into hell, becoming aware of your own screaming ripping through your throat as the frame was ripped from your fingers and the door shut in your face.
“Quite mortal.” The voice said again, and you almost instantly shut up. Something primal in your DNA sequencing knowing better than to piss off this devil. The monster turned you over in his hands, turning you to face him. Your soul left your body. You took in the visage of the beast, your panicking brain struggling to process what was in front of you.
 A giant humanoid man, with four arms, four eyes, and a face and chest full of ancient markings. He was holding you too close to properly see it, not to mention the fact that he was wearing a regal robe, but you would bet an unreasonable amount of money he had a sickening smile on his belly. You were in The Spider Demons claws.
And worst of all, he was kinda cute? Like, maybe it was the unshakeable sense of death that rattled your soul and turned your brain into mush, but if he was like- a normal guy with a normal amount of arms and eyes, you would have been smitten! You were kinda smitten now, even if you didn’t want to admit that. God you…really really hoped this whole experience wasn’t awakening something in you. This would be something to unpack in therapy later- if you survived this.
The demon took your chin in a free hand, turning your head as he examined you. You smelled divine. If you had been a sacrifice for him, he would have given whoever picked you out an A++ for finding you, and a bit more leniency for a while. But, he knew you weren’t a sacrifice. The townsfolk had declared him their enemy long ago, and had been facing the consequences ever since. So, that begged the question.
“Tell me, whats a pretty thing like you doing at my doorstep on the most haunted night of the year?” He asked, turning your head to look him in the eye. 
“Wishing you were a myth.” You went with the first thing that came to your head and instantly regretted it. That might have been a little too honest for this situation. But, at least he seemed to find humor in it, snickering at your quip.
“Keep wishing then human, I’m all too real.” He chuckled darkly. 
“Yeah, I-I see that…Are you going to kill me?” Your voice was shakier than you intended as you asked. You hated it, but the anticipation of what he was going to do was more painful that anything he could have actually done.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He mused as he continued his examination of you. He smiled cruelly as he felt your pulse quicken under his hands. He could smell your fear, and it was intoxicating. Your eyes, blown wide with fear, were stirring something deep down inside of him, and making you far more interesting than any other human he had come across in years.
Or, maybe it had just been a while since he had anyone to fuck. Granted, he had stolen plenty of mortals from your small town, but most of the time they died in the process. Corpses held no interest to him for anything other than food. But you? You were alive and warm, and vulnerable in his claws. That fact alone made the notion of keeping you alive for a little longer far more enticing than killing you just yet. 
“Um, anything I could do to help you make that decision?” You asked softly.
“The decision to kill you?” he questioned
“Well, the decision not too!” You quickly clarified, “Dying sounds kinda, well, not fun  and with you being like, a real thing that kinda makes me question well everything as far as mythology goes and that makes dying really fucking scary and-”
“You’re rambling mortal.” He sneered in annoyance.
“Right! My bad I just- please don’t kill me. I’ll do anything not to die.” You begged, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you grappled with being forced to face the unknown. You had the beasts attention though, an eyebrow raising at your offer.
“Anything?” He purred, his eyes falling to the swell of your chest and making you greatly regret your word choice. “Anything at all?”
“Anything.” You whispered softly. You reasoned with yourself that this was for your life and definitely not because the thought of getting railed by a blood thirsty demon made you squish your thighs together in anticipation. You for sure didn’t feel a rush of arousal as the thought of something meant to kill you making you cum instead crossed your mind. That didn’t happen, no way, not at all. You weren’t wondering if his dick was as monstrous as he was, or if his markings graced it as well.
“Alright then Human, deal.” He grinned wickedly as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’ll let you live, if you give your body to me first.” You felt your face burn at his proposal. Something felt fundamentally wrong about spreading your legs for a demon. You weren’t religious or anything, but that had to be some sort of sin. But, if it was for your life, surely you could indulge- I MEAN- endure. 
“Before I agree, we’re not talking about possession, right?” You had to clarify. He smirked at your words. You were cleaver to ask, it showed a familiarity with the supernatural. Maybe you weren’t as foolish as you first seemed after all.
“Smart girl. But no, we’re not talking about possession.” He confirmed. 
“Okay, cool, just checking.” You chuckled nervously. “You got yourself a deal.” His smirk turned into a dark grin as his free hands rushed to your clothes. You panicked, knowing he was going to rip them off and you’d be forced to walk back in the nude. That would have been mortifying.
“Wait wait wait!” You yelped, holding up your arms to stop his hands. 
“What?” He growled, annoyance flooding his tone.
“Let me undress myself.” You requested, “Please? I’ll make it worth your while.” He seemed intrigued and amused, setting you on the ground with an almost unnerving gentleness. 
“Will you now? Lets see.” He hummed. You nodded, taking a few steps back. You took a deep breath and shrugged your jacket off your shoulders. You had never been particularly good at being sexy, at least not in your opinion. But, The monsters eyes could have convinced you otherwise. The way he watched you undress, as if he was a starving man looking at a thanksgiving feast, or a hungry demon looking at his next meal. It gave you the confidence to put on a proper show, teasing him as you slowly shed your clothes.
“I’m Y/n by the way,” You said as your hands reached to unhook your bra, “You got a name, or is it just spider demon?” He huffed humorlessly at your quip. He never liked that title. 
“Ryomen Sukuna,” He said, his eyes setting fire to your skin as you finally dropped your bra for him, “you can call me Sukuna.” 
“Noted.” You nodded as you dropped your panties. His lustful grin showed off his incredibly sharp fangs as he dropped his own robe, the only thing covering him. You confirmed the mouth theory, seeing it spread and hungrily panting across his toned abs. Your breath hitched when you saw when he was working with. 
His dick- or rather, dicks- looked human enough despite the markings, but they were longer and thicker than anything you had taken before. And again, there were two of them. They stood hard and proud against his stomach, twitching to be inside you. You didn’t know if the buzzing in your hands and legs was from regret, or excitement.
You didn’t have time to figure it out either before you were taken back into the demons arms, this time with less violence and more neediness. He pressed you to his stomach, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and leaving you open to him.
“You’re pretty brave for a human, you know that?” He complimented as a large tongue lolled out of his stomach mouth and against your soaking core. He chuckled darkly as the muscle shoved itself into your weeping cunt, making you gasp at the sudden stretch, “And such a slut too.”
“Hey, this was your idea, not mine.” You reminded him though breathy moans, trying to ground yourself as your hips bucked against his giant mouth. Every movement of the tongue felt like being touch for the first time, a ripple of pleasure coursing though your stomach and legs, and making you wonder there was something supernatural going on to make a demonic act feel so heavenly.
“True,” He agreed, “But you’re the one that's gushing for a monster when I’ve hardly touched you.” he reminded you, watching the way your face contorted with pleasure as you dropped the act of innocence. He didn’t know what was more arousing to him, watching your resolve dissolve, or just how sweet you tasted as you desperately you rode his tongue. “I was going to kill you just a few moments ago, you know that right?” He growled into you ear.
“Yeah, but you’re fucking me instead. Sounds like a win to me.” You grinned and he laughed at your sudden audacity. He knew he liked you.
“You really are a whore, Aren’t you?” He teased as his tongue slipped out of your cunt and into your ass instead, watching the way your breasts bounced as you flinched and moaned at the sudden intrusion. 
“Not a whore if it’s for my life.” You whined, digging your nails into his shoulders. You were starting to feel light headed from the pleasure pooling in your stomach, your cunt clenching around nothing, pissed off from the loss.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” He chuckled as his face fell to the crook of your neck, taking in your intoxicating smell. He could feel his dicks twitch with need as he kissed you there, fighting every instinct in his body to keep from digging his teeth into the thin skin. He tasted your sweet slick as it dripped from your cunt and onto the middle of his tongue, and finally he withdrew the muscle. 
You whined as he did, head dropping to his chest, both holes now clenching around nothing. “No, fuck-” You whimpered, only for him curl a clawed finger under your chin and lift your head to face him. “Sukuna..” You whimpered as you looked into his fire red eyes, darkened by lust. His lips crashed into yours, capturing you in a heated kiss. You sighed against his mouth, hands rising to tangle into his soft pink hair as his tongue tangled with yours.
You screamed into his mouth as you felt him shove both of his cocks into you at once, one for each hole. He growled, biting down on your lip as you clenched around him. “Sukuna!” You gasped as you pulled back from the kiss, your body trying hard to push out the sudden intrusion.
“Relax for me Darling,” He groaned softly, the pet name slipping out without his permission. He pressed his forehead to yours as he rubbed your stomach, trying to ease your pain.
“I-I can’t. Too big..” You panted, trying desperately to release the tension in your shoulders. The stretch was searing you from the inside out. You felt overwhelmed, the pleasure in the pain feeling like static shocks. “It’s soo much..”
“You can handle it,” He assured you, extremely (perhaps overly) confident in your ability considering you had met less than an hour ago. You shook your head, tears slipping from your eyes. He lapped them up from your face, then captured your lips in a much softer kiss this time. Slowly, your body came to accept his, the tension melting away as his tongue tangled with yours and he eased his way further into you. The burn faded, leaving just the pleasure there, pulsating through you as he pushed deeper. 
He groaned into your lips as he bottomed out into you, stilling both to give you time to adjust and so he didn’t immediately cum in you like a fucking virgin. It was almost embarrassing how good you felt around him, taking him better than any other being had before. You clenched and fluttered around him in a sinful way, bringing him closer to his climax than he would like to admit.
“Told you.” He smirked as he pulled away from the kiss, licking at the string of saliva that connected the two of you. You whined as you looked down to where the two of you were connected, watching a bulge in your stomach appear and disappear with every thrust of his hips. It should have hurt, but no- quite the opposite.
 Every thrust of his hips electrified you with pleasure, sending wave after wave of intoxicating bliss through your nervous system. You had never felt so full before, so complete. You could feel his cocks rub against each other, against your walls inside of you, a dizzying sensation that you had never experienced before. Your hips bucked against him greedily as he fucked you, chasing your high.
“Look at me Y/n,” He demanded, pulling your head up so your eyes connected with his again, “I want you know the demon making you feel so good.” 
“Ryomen-” You whined, forgetting in your sea of lust that wasn’t the name he told you to use. His eyes widened a bit from shock. Mostly because he wasn’t filled with rage by your insolence, but instead a surge of lust from hearing his name fall from your lips. It really had been awhile, he was feeling himself getting attached far too easily. If he knew what was good for him, he would have finished and disposed of you as quickly as possible. He wasn’t interested in what was good for him.
“Say it again.” He demanded, a hand slipping in between you to rub circles into your clit. 
“Ryomen..” You whined, staring at him with fucked out, lust clouded eyes as you trembled in his arms, thighs clenching around his abdomen as the ecstasy crashed through your core and through out your body. You felt your muscles ripple and tense in anticipation. 
“Again,” He growled, pulling you closer to him, and dropping his forehead down to yours. “Who does this cunt belong to?”
“Ryomen..” Your brain was too clouded to make out the rest of his command, your body buzzing and bliss building up inside of you. He picked up his pace, chasing his own high and making you scream out his name in a truly embarrassing and needy moan. 
You clung onto his shoulders and neck, digging your nails into the soft skin there as the euphoria in your veins finally boiled over and hit the fire inside of your stomach, igniting it in an explosion of ecstasy and lust. Your vision exploded with stars and your brain officially clocked out of work as you melted into a puddle. Your legs shaking around him as you leaned against his strong body, unable to keep yourself up any longer.
Your velvety walls quivered around him and sucked him in impossibly deeper, needy and lustful for him. It drove him mad. He watched as your face scrunched in pleasure, your body reacting to him greedily as you melted into the pleasure he he was gracing you with. 
It send him over the edge watching you cum for him, feeling you cum over him, feeling you gush around him. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, holding you in a grip tight enough to bruise. His fangs buried themselves into your neck, marking you as his and his alone as he came deep inside of you, the warm strings gushing in you and filling you to the point of spilling over.
He held you close to him, head hung back as you both tried to catch your breath. Your mind was starting to clear the fog out, looking up to ask him to put you down before you felt him move inside you again. Your breath hitched as you realized he didn’t even get a little soft. You looked at him with almost horrified eyes as he bucked into you, only acting to encourage him. He looked back at you with lustful and wicked eyes, nipping at your lip as he set his pace and grinned.
“Whats wrong Darling?” He asked, the pet name now fully intentional in its use, “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” 
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You were warm when you woke up, despite still being in the nude. Probably because of the huge body pressed against yours, radiating heat and holding you close as he slept. Visions of last night ran though your head, making you almost painfully aware of the cum still dripping from between your thighs, and sending another wave of arousal through you. When did you pass out? When did Ryomen?
You stayed still for a few seconds, listing to your bedfellows steady breathing. The bed, despite being made from feathers and thin quilting, was surprisingly soft, and the late afternoon sun filled the old home with a warm hazy light. You realized you couldn’t stay here any longer. You couldn’t get attached to an urban legend. 
You slipped out of his arms, freezing as he groaned and only breathing again once he was softly snoring. You sighed as you slipped out of the bedroom and found your clothes again. You quickly got dressed, and went to open the front door. It didn’t budge. Your eyes furrowed in confusion as you pulled the knob again. What the hell? You pulled with all your might, almost screaming with frustration as the door didn’t even move a centimeter. 
“Don’t bother with that Dove.” You gasped as you heard Ryomens voice behind you, a wave of dread blanketing you as you spun to face him. He was leaning casually against the door frame of the bedroom, a content smile painted on his face. “It has my seal on it. I’m the only one that can open that door.”
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kiwicopia · 4 months
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🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Exhibitionism 🔞
🎃 True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Concubine!Reader 🎃
TW: Jealousy, two cocks, fondling, cumflation, cum marking, belly bulge, mentions of murder, slight blood, cunnilingus (tummy tongue), reverse cowgirl position, squirting, rough riding.
tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic
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Ryomen Sukuna was a lot of things. King of Curses, The Disgraced One, the strongest, a murderer, possessive… but one thing you never thought he’d be was jealous. Possessive, yes, but the man never once donned a jealous expression, until now. When he caught a servant flirting so shamelessly with you while his back was turned. You didn’t belong to that peasant. You were Sukuna’s—his little toy to do with as he pleased. Such insolence was met with a swift demise for the servant and a punishment for his little concubine.
A sharp gasp slipped out as his stomach’s tongue wiggled inside your cunt, stretching your gummy walls even further as it tasted you. One pair of arms kept your thighs apart as you sat in his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest while his hands on the other pair cupped your breasts. His thumbs rolled over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “Master Su—.”
“Don’t speak,” he said, cutting you off from speaking. One hand left your tit and grasped your face before tilting your head back, letting your eyes meet his. “This is a punishment. You need to be taught a lesson and remember who it is you belong to.” His thumb stroked your cheek before his grip tightened a little more, causing you to whimper from the pressure. It wasn’t enough to harm you, but it certainly got his point across.
To make matters worse, he had summoned every single servant at his disposal to witness it. He was going to let them all see that you were his, and that they were not allowed to speak or touch you. His hand turned your head once more, forcing you to look out at the many eyes that watched as his tongue savored your little cunt. Your body squirmed from having an audience and the fact that your arousal trickled down onto his thighs.
His stomach’s tongue reached deeper inside of you, the tip pushing against your cervix harshly. It hurt, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as well. A small whine broke out the second that pressure was removed, only to be replaced by a moan when the tongue roughly licked up against your clit. Your legs trembled lightly from the pleasure it gave you, and as much as you wanted to move your hips against the appendage, his arms kept you spread in place. “Master,” you moaned, drawing a smirk from the curse.
Your legs shook a little more, and your hands slid down to further the pleasure, yet you were apprehended as his other hand left your tit and gripped both of your wrists. “Ah, ah,” he tutted, his smirk broadening, “don’t you dare.” His hand tightened around your wrists, pulling another whine from your pretty lips. He wasn’t about to let you do as you pleased, oh no. This was punishment, not pleasure, and you needed to be reminded of that. The tongue then retracted back into his stomach as the arms that kept your legs spread apart lifted you just enough for the head of his cock to settle at your entrance.
Sukuna showed no mercy as his arms suddenly slammed your body down, causing you to scream out as his dick shoved its way inside your pussy. Your walls had no time to accommodate to his size, and you felt yourself clench at how full he made you feel. One hand let go of your leg and gripped your waist as he moved you up and down, forcing you to take more and more of his length every time. The hand that held your face tipped your head downward, allowing you to see the way he made your stomach bulge from his size.
It was painful with him not letting you get used to his size, and it would’ve been worse if you hadn’t already been so wet from the tongue prior. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as his thick cock bullied your little cunt, forcing you down more and more before finally bottoming out inside of you. He growled low at the tightness, marveling in the way your pussy gripped him like its life depended on it. It didn’t matter how many times he took you, your body was always the same, and it would end the same, too.
His hand moved your head again, now forcing you to look back at the peasants that watched the scene. He heard their whispers but paid no mind to them. All he was focused on was showing them that you were his. “Look at them,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “look at the way they watch you bounce on my cock.” His smirk was still plastered to his face as he relished the moment. Your eyes closed halfway as he continued moving your body up and down on his dick, building up the pleasure that slowly consumed your body. His second cock twitched, the movement causing it to rub against your clit.
Your body jolted up at the feeling, and it only made the curse hum in delight as he thought. His other hand soon let go of your other leg as it drifted down to his throbbing erection, and it wasn’t long before you felt him press it against your bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot up your body each time he brought your body down on his first cock while the second rubbed harshly against your clit. Your thighs clenched at how intense everything was for you, and the way the audience watched you did nothing to deter you from wanting to climax. You didn’t care if it was in front of them. Not when they’ve already seen you bare and taking your master’s cock like the good girl you were.
“Gonna cum,” he mumbled, “gonna fill you up and make them see.”
Your mouth hung open as you attempted to speak, but incoherent babbling was all anyone heard as he forced you to ride him so roughly. Your mind was muddled with lustful thoughts as your body clenched, a simple sign that you were fixing to cum. Sukuna knew this and his movements increased as he brought you down on his dick, shoving it further inside of you. The tip kissed your cervix harshly before bringing you down one final time. A low groan left his lips as his nails dug into your waist, drawing a little bit of blood as his first cock shot a thick load inside you. His second came shortly after, decorating part of your face, chest, stomach and thighs with thick, white ropes of seed.
It was all too much. The pressure of his first dick inside of you followed by an increase of that from him filling you up was what brought you over the edge. Your entire body shook as you unraveled, your pussy fluttering wildly and creaming all over the cock that was still inside of you. His dick caused a large stomach bulge, yet his cum added on to that. The crowd watching murmured low with one another as he marked and bred you like a bitch.
When the man lifted you up off of him, your slick and his cum seeped out of your cunt. He then lowered you back down, letting you rest against his chest as you stared at your audience with a look of being fucked out of your mind on your face. Now everyone knew you were his. They weren’t allowed to talk to you, to touch you, not even look at you, either. You belonged to Sukuna and only to Sukuna. His little toy. His little concubine.
No one would forget this day. How could they? The way your chest heaved with exhaustion, the marks on your waist from his nails, how his cum painted your body so beautifully, and the fucked out expression on your face would be burned into their memories forever.
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biscuitsngravie · 1 month
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Dancing with the Devil
True Form Sukuna x Reader
Summary: Sukuna's had a shit morning, and what better way to take it out than on you.
Content and Trigger Warnings: free use, no prep (on Sukuna's end, reader preps), creampie, reader is cumdump, reader is a cumslut, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, cunnilingus from the back, vaginal fingering, piv, double penetration, anal sex, angry sex, rough sex, deep penetration, paraphilia regarding voyeuristic sadism, sadisomasochism?, degradation, orgasm control (edging & forced orgasm), multiple orgasms, monsterfuckery is a tag in itself, mating press, doggy style, pussy slapping, choking, size difference, biting, hematophagy/blood letting, blood kink, light possessiveness, spit play/spit as lube, some nipple play/nipple sucking, grinding (kinda), hair pulling, full Nelson (kinda), fear play, cowgirl, overstimulation, scratching, squirting, dacryphilia, fellatio, throat fucking, cum swallowing, slapping, lotus, belly bulge, breeding kink
Word Count: 4.8k
an: this is my first time writing sukuna, pls be kind!! 😣
MDNI 18+
His yelling doesn't disturb you. If anything, it acts as a lullaby, snarls and grunts being the hands rocking your cradle. The crashing of furniture serves as not much more than the ease of nearby waves. The bloodcurdling screams accenting his actions like the songs of cicadas in the wind. 
It's a hurried and desperate banging against the door that finally stirs you. Pleads of mercy often go unheard to him, including yours. But the gall to beg his personal toy (a nicer word on a good day) in an attempt to escape his fury? Audacity once flowed as easily as the offender's blood, now adding to a mosaic of evidence that is Ryoumen Sukuna. 
The satin slides against your skin as you shift, the flows of fabric slipping across your skin and pooling at your waist as you sit up. It's one of the niceties he's granted you since your... promotion of sorts. Your nipples pebble at the coolness in the air, its temperature challenged by the white hot heat emanating from the worshipped himself. 
What's set him off today? A line out of turn? A newfound betrayal? His breakfast not cooked to his liking? These anxieties used to run across your mind, bouncing against the walls of your cranium just to press together into a headache. Though nowadays, despite being directly on the receiving end of his emotions, your job proves rather simple:
When he wants it. 
How he wants it.
Wherever he wants it.
Even in your first few minutes of your waking hours does arousal prickle your skin, rippling goosebumps along with the cool, morning air. It warms every part of you, cascading from the center of your chest down your arms, pooling into your core and wetting your inner thighs. The next course of events can only be described as a manifestation of your inner perversion; whether offset by your newfound position or an expression of germinating seeds finally fertilized and enriched by their twisted environment. Anyone who would seem to care to do the research has most likely begun pushing daisies of their own.
But here you are, nipples pebbling the air as your body warms. Deft fingers push aside the satin fabric sitting at your hips to play with your slit, a welcome satisfaction when your fingers are met with a slickness. Your clit aches and begs for your attention with insistent throbbing, but you tease yourself much in the way he would. Using your other hand, you play with your nipple, pinching and squeezing the bud, moaning as a bolt of electricity shoots straight back down to your leaking cunt. You think to yourself about how much he loves watching your chest as you ride him, his satisfied smirk as you bounce on his cocks. 
“Fuck…”
The flashback brings you to full on fingering yourself, slipping two in with ease, but ultimately missing the burning feeling of him stretching you out. With the flat of your palm pressed against your clit, you throw your head back, groaning as you think of him. Every scream fuels you. Every desperate cry for help before it's mangled into a jumbled gurgle as he rips people to oblivion. You can't help but fall back and roll over, nearly humping your hand as you try to grind into it.
"Please! I didn't-"
You grab the tororo-jiru — yams grated down to a slick —  on your nightstand and begin prepping your other hole. The pressure isn't the same as when you're stuffed full, but it'll have to do for now.
"I-I can help you! Please li-"
You buck your hips at every shriek, heat emanating from your body and building a sheen of sweat over you. The sheets cling to your damp skin wherever it touches. More. More.
"My children! I have children, please!"
You cry out in tune with his next victim. Though on opposite ends of the spectrum, your shared agony is caused by the same figure. Your lower belly tightens at the thought as you pulsate around your fingers. You squeeze them as you lament that you can't have more. More.
That coil comes in on itself, tightening as it hurdles you towards the edge. "Hah… mmmph!" 
You bite your lip and move your hips even faster, humping your hand like a damned dog in heat. 
"Horny little bitch."
The cause of Sukuna's distress this morning? Maybe it was the duck - undercooked and underdressed, naked on a plate without a medley of vegetables for his taste. Maybe that would've been permissible if they hadn't put too much wheat in his hishio, leaving it dry and all too crumbly. If that one troglodyte brought him the sake like he ordered asked, there wouldn't have been an issue. Even the raging boners he was afflicted with weren't bothering him all that much - your chambers were near enough. 
Possibly the worst solution of irritancies, undealt with arousal, and mostly likely hanger brought him to summon cleave on the next servant who brought him a dining platter. The grating screams of horror that usually played melodically in his ears only fueled his growing impatience and unamusement. Something that was amusing though?
Your scrambles for deceny (why?) and slew of apologies pull him out of his momentary stupor. You cling to the satin sheets, uncaring or unaware of the splotches of dampness, a mixture of your wetness and the lubrication. Even so, you hold the crimson fabric to yourself and gaze up at him. He watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest, sure your heart is beating so fast it’ll break your ribs and lay splayed on the floor. He can smell a familiar scent, one that intoxicates him when he begins his tireades, infiltrating his nostrils like stray fern spores. Or at least he thinks he does. Fear, is it not? But as he traces your form, unnecessarily wrapped in flimsy threads, he picks up on the small notes that change the chemistry of it all. 
“Are you… embarrassed?”
If you weren’t before, you for certain are now. The draw of your knees up to your chest, and the subtle quiver of your lip answer long  before you do. “I-I… did you need comforting, my Lord?”
Sukuna squats down to your level. While the room is known as “your” chambers, the term is used as a marker of where you should be, rather than what “yours.” You sleep on a futon elevated not much more than a foot and a half off the ground beside a heighted California King sized bed. The material and stuffing is changed regularly, though considering the activities that perspire in this room, it’d be a crime if it weren’t. 
The bed itself is preserved for Sukuna for the occasion that he does decide to sleep here. Even though you’re his favorite, he often sleeps alone since four arms, along with other appendages, get rather hot — especially after he’s done with you. Two years since you’ve offered yourself up for him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
He sneers at you, baring his fangs in what he considers in resemblance to a “smile.” Balanced on his haunches with two arms resting on thighs thick as logs, he reaches out with his upper left hand to snatch away your covering. He swallows his comment on how damp and limp the fabric is when he spreads your legs with his upper right. You fight for only a fraction of a second before letting yourself be laid bare. 
He lets out a low whistle and begins reaching right towards your heat. The chuckle he has can be felt through the vibration in his fingertips as he runs his fingers through your folds. This is normal. This is just another day, but today…
“My Lord—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The lightest of thumb presses to your clit has you whimpering. This is normal. He’s seen you naked more times than you’d ever care to count. He’s come to you, teasing and playing with your sensibilities and rationalities after a rampage many, many times before. But this…
Are you… embarrassed?
Though you’re one of many for him, he’s the only one for you. Many years from now, a dictionary will be drafted, and your name will be cited for “insatiable slut.” Between his visits you often find yourself craving even the slightest hint of acknowledgement from him. A brief glance from just one of his eyes would have you trembling with your hands between your thighs for hours. So of course when he’s on his tantrums you beg above for his warpath to lead to your room, but he’s never caught you like this. 
He’s never caught you knuckles deep at the presumption that he’d be finding comfort in you today. He’s never seen you masturbate in search of self-fulfilling pleasure. It’s always been a show of sorts for him: fascinating and occasionally grating as you both waited for you to be “ready.”
So yeah, of course you’re fucking embarrassed. 
He touches you differently now: curiosity leads him through your heat and up to your clit, pressing against it again. He focuses the eyes on his second face on yours, while his others stay trained on the small shudder that starts from your thighs and dances to your pert nipples. He catches the way your hand starts to grip onto the fabric under you and presses again, harder.
Your hips buck into his hand in tandem with a moan that dies as quickly as it comes when you remember his command. You bite your lip to kill any other sounds that dare to escape you, throwing your head back to sniffle as he begins circling it with his thumb.
His bottom eyes catch the way your toes begin to curl and he chuckles again. The vibration goes straight to your clit, and your legs fly to wrap around his forearm. “Ah ah ah…” he finally puts his bottom arms to use to hold your legs open. “Bet you like that shit, huh?” He drops the blanket he held in his upper left arm to run two fingers over your heat, glistening as his thumb speeds up. “All of ya are always playin’ with this even with my cocks in you. Feel good?”
You sniffle and nod weakly. You swear your back is going to break with how hard you’re arching off the futon. Your breathing becomes erratic as you try to hold yourself. He’s touching you. Like, actually touching you. 
“‘Please?’ Please what?”
“Please… here,” you began leading his hand towards your center, "I wanna come…”
“Don’t forget your place. Do that shit yourself.”
Since that time early on, you’d learn to keep your pleas of desperate yearning to yourself. You played with your own nipples, toyed with your clit yourself, and paved your way to your orgasms. If you came that day, good for you. If you didn’t, all parties failed to see how that was his problem. But today…
The way he holds you, the way his fingers dig into your heat, exploring the warmth that’s so frequently wrapped around one or both of his cocks. The hum of inquisitiveness when he presses against a spongy surface inside you is too much to handle. It’s all overwhelming, the way your body becomes feverish with every stroke, thick fingers stretching you out the way your own never could. The euphoria leaves you lightheaded. Your breaths shallow as it takes everything out of you to stay grounded on cloud nine.
“Hey!” Sukuna moves his thumb away from your clit to slap your sopping cunt. “Answer the question.” The action itself isn’t too rough, but your sensitivity has you jolting. You whine and squirm under him, fighting the hold on your legs in futility. Before you can snap up to register what’s happening, a grip around your throat brings you back up to face him. All four eyes focus on you. Though not necessarily peeved, irritance makes its presence known on his faces. 
“Answer.”
The lone word has you clenching around his fingers. Your breath quickens under the scrutiny of his gaze, hitching in your throat when he puts pressure on the sides. You will your eyes to remain forward to meet his and not roll into the back of your skull. With an uneven voice you whimper, “I d-do… my Lord.”
“Hmm,” he hums again, lazily scissoring you as he thinks. Torturously slow strokes keep your orgasm at bay as he ponders to himself. Continuing with his upper left hand, he reaches for the spot he found earlier and relishes in the pathetic mewl it pulls from you. He removes his fingers to inspect the newfound slick that’s gathered around them down to the knuckle. “Hmph.”
You look off to the side in shame, unable to turn your head away with his hold. His scent wafts up your nose, sneaking up into your senses and settling in the back of your throat. The slight metallic tinge from previous bloodshed mixes with the bourbon undertone that emanates from his skin. Oils and perfumes that have long since settled fuzzy your senses, though you’re still present enough to reach down and cover yourself. The everpresent vulnerability cuts through the surface, urging you once again for unneeded modesty. 
Yet another smirk paints his lips. He takes the hand covered in your wetness and grabs your wrists in one motion. He lets go of your throat so that he can raise your arms over your head, laying you down on your back. Adjusting his hands on your thighs, he spreads you open to a with your knees pressed against your chest. The stretch isn’t unfamiliar, but it still has you holding your breath. 
Inching closer and closer, he wraps his hand around your throat again, arching over you. He loves the way you feel beneath him: the fragility of your form despite the way you crave him. Need him. He loves that your body gives way to his greed, taking every touch as a godsend. Though you both know heaven is far from where he’s from. He can’t get the enough of how you—
Sukuna breaks out of his own musings to refocus himself, tucking his face into your neck. Embarrassment and shame greet him again, dancing across his olfactory palette and swelling both his cocks. “Listen here, you bitch,” he husks against the column of your throat, tracing your pulse point with his fangs, “don’t you dare cover what’s mine.”
His bottom arms make quick work of his kimono. He lets you go for a moment to free himself completely. Despite the staining on his garments, he was sure to at least wash his hands, wary of the “burning” you wouldn’t shut the fuck up about a few weeks ago. He doesn’t know if he would’ve cared so much if it hadn’t spread to him and the others, causing a discomfort he would not live through again. 
You barely get a chance to observe his physique — taut muscles that proudly sport the tattoos banding across his chest — before the world goes dark as he leans over you again. He forces his faces into your neck, the rough skin of his second face nuzzling into the suppleness of your own. His bottom arms angle your legs outward to keep his pussy on display. When he catches the hint of a whine, his upper right hand covers your mouth to save himself of your pathetic squalling. His left begins to occupy itself with your nipple, pinching and twisting it between rough fingertips. 
Pain and pleasure intertwine again, concocting a cocktail of endorphins that goes straight from  your brain right back down to your cunt. That’s when you notice it: 
The heat you feel is not just your own, but his second mouth panting there. The lips are barely close enough to brush against your own. Sukuna pulls back to watch your face, already twisting in pleasure, but morphing into something else completely as his tongue envelopes you. The ridges of his taste buds are hot against your his pussy, rubbing against your clit as his tongue darts out to lick you again. You whine and throb on the muscle as it encases your vulva, helplessly rutting to the best of your ability. “Mmmph!”
He hooks your legs into his elbows on his bottom arms this time, pressing his second face into you even moreso. Hot pants wet your skin as he feels his own arousal growing. Every vibration against his palm fuels his cocks. It makes it harder and harder not to reach down to relieve the ache that’s becoming unbearable. Sucking on the skin of your neck, he continues to work his second mouth, lapping up the slick as it gathers there. “Fuck, didn’t know you tasted this good. Shoulda done this a long time ago,” he says gruffly, moving his hand from over your mouth to your shoulder to mitigate your squirming.
You shudder at the almost compliment. Everything is electrifying, making you feel weak all over. The only strength you have is in your hands and in your thighs, your fingers digging crescents into your palms. Sukuna, as many times as you two have engaged, has never cared to even pay an ounce of attention to your pleasure if it wasn’t self-serving. His exploration via his newfound curiosity, though still centered on his own inquisitiveness, makes it easier to delude yourself into thinking you’re a priority. “J-just f’you, m-my Lord.” 
A low rumble vibrates throughout the two of you, an audible marker indicative of his amusement. The cry you let out from him pulling at your nipple has him bucking his hips into your futon. “Fuckin’ better be.”
Before you can affirm your allegiance, a burning in your thigh has you gasping. You wince as a sharp pain travels from there to the tip of your toes, all of your nerves standing on end as you register what’s happened to you. Squinting your eyes to look down, you see that one of his fangs from his lower mouth has sunk into the flesh there. It just barely pierces the skin, but the suddenness amplifies the pain before subsiding to a dull throb. He releases you to lick the small trickle of blood that begins to stain his lips. 
“Looks like all of you tastes good,” he laughs before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, tasting the slight saltiness in the iron notes that fill his senses. He watches his handiwork mark your skin, traveling down to the similarly colored fabric beneath you. The urge to lap it up is pushed aside for an admiration of your state of being. 
It feels strange. He’s not new to your fidgety nature, to your addiction to him. Yet the state you’re in, the way your body undulates with every probe — it ignites something new within him. With the taste of you still fresh on his tongue, he finds himself chasing a new kind of high.
The hand that plays with your nipple redirects to fondling your breast. The shock of the pain from the bite is easily overshadowed by this action, causing you to lean off the futon into his touch. Your moans flow freely into the air, as you writhe in pleasure. Between his hands and tongue, your body itself seems unable to decide where to find its bliss. It’s a sight Sukuna is beginning to find rather gratifying. You reach for your left nipple with your free hand, but it’s quickly slapped away with his right. “Always so fucking greedy.”
He finally rises to his knees again. His figure looks entirely too large on your futon. Part of you wonders if the structure can even support his weight, much less what’s about to take place. But the feeling of emptiness, the longing for him to fill you with something again, anything, overrides any and all of your worries. 
All eyes focus on you, divided between your shiny cunt saturated in his saliva and your puffy nipple reddened under his abuse. His own cocks gleam with precum and the drool dripping from his lower mouth. 
Sukuna pulls you closer, replacing his bottom right arm with the top one to stroke his second cock. He hisses at the relief, watching that needy little hole of yours clench around nothing. “Look at you,” he says breathily before spitting on your cunt with his second mouth, “no matter how many times I fill you up, you’re still such a needy little bitch.” 
He lines himself to slam into you, his top cock slapping against your abdomen. “Ahh! Fuck yes… please please please…” 
Your eyes cross with a flashing behind your lids. Jerking at the sudden stretch, you reach out to his forearm with a grip that has your nails digging into muscle. A sniffle accompanies a trail of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. The abrupt intrusion has your gummy walls gripping his cock tight, pulsating around him. 
“Fuck! Geez bitch, let up!” he half smirks with the way your pussy chokes his cock. “Gonna break it off, shit. Ay!” He slaps at your clit to catch your attention. It snaps you back to listen to his words. “Let up, damn.”
When you catch a whiff of irritation laden within his voice, you start the process of self-regulation. Breathe… Breathe… Breathe…
“There ya go…” He slowly pulls back and half-heartedly snorts at the way you’ve already saturated his length. He stops right at the tip and gleams at how your body desperately tries to suck him back in. 
“My L-”
Redirecting his hand on your breast back to your throat, you take the hint and purse your lips together. Besides a low sniffle and the tiniest of bucks from your hips, your pleas for more die within you. 
“Since you’re such a fucking slut…” He lines his bottom cock at your entrance. Its slightly thicker mushroom tip prods gently at first, teasing at the sliver of space.
“I…” A whimper catches your voice in your throat as you helplessly tremble beneath him. Chills run through you as the revelation sobers your pleasure-drunk brain. “I can’t. Ah!”
Sukuna tries not to chuckle in amusement as his cockhead bullies its way into your leaking cunt. “Yeah you can. I saw one of ya put an arm in there. Quit your whining. Fuck…” Your walls clamp down on him once he gets the tip in, and he just as tightly takes his lip between his teeth. He slowly sinks into you, feeling the way your body stretches and quivers as it accommodates the intrusion. Once his bottom cock is securely seated, he hooks your legs back into the elbows of his lower arms, his upper right occupying itself with your nipple. 
It hurts. It hurts. It… It…
The searing pain folds in on itself, condensing from the shockwave that racked you initially and focusing in on your core. It…
Your gummy walls spasm around him uncontrollably, as you latch onto him, your nails tearing into flesh and marking him as he does you so often. You don’t even hear his comments as your body tries to process what’s happening. It…
With more saliva coating the space between you from the mouth on his stomach, it makes the first few movements of his hips near comprehensible before a quick snap forces you back into reality. 
It’s bliss.
The pressure, the fullness. The way they press into grind against your g-spot with every thrust. It’s…
“S-so much!” Your brain melts and melds with the burning in your cunt as he speeds up. Each plunge into you kisses at your cervix, accentuated by the echoing squelches you two make. Your toes are curled so hard you swear it feels like they’re going to break. Just like the skin under his bottom hands, already bruising from the grips they have on your hips. 
“Don’t fuckin’ run from it. This is what you wanted, so take it.” His pace stutters when you clamp down him, but he quickly recovers and reaches down between you with a hold on your waist with his upper left arm. “That’s right, keep it tight for me.”
Everything washes over you in waves: the pain from his hands on your hips; the pleasure from the one on your nipple; the mix of them both as he pounds into you relentlessly with reckless abandon. His grunts work further to feed the arousal leaking from your cunt, while that same cunt milks both of his cocks at every turn. 
That’s why you can’t help but scream in frustration when he slows down to nearly a halt. “S-Sukuna please!” It happens so quick it takes you seconds after to process it, the stinging and reorientation of your gaze the only indicators of what’s happened. You hold your face at where he struck you. Know your place. “M-my… my Lord,” you say quietly, sniffling more from the denied orgasm rather than the strike itself, “I need—”
“Look.” All four eyes point downward and you follow their lines of vision. He’s nearly all the way out, only the tips of his cocks holding their place. He briefly glances up with one eye to ensure you’re paying attention right before he pushes back into you. He places your hand right over your abdomen as he does, and you both feel and watch the way your body molds around him, pushing against your skin and almost frighteningly bursting at the seams. 
“Nnnngh…” You sniffle as he repeats the action over and over, incrementally increasing the pace. The coil inside you tightens as you follow the rise and fall of your abdomen. Every time he impales you, your wanton moans become choked, almost as if he’s fucking your throat right through the pussy. Your nails carve chasms into his skin as you will yourself to stay tethered. Each grunt in your ear has you clamping around him, causing a stutter in his hips before driving into with more fervor. 
Sukuna pulls away a bit to take the sight in with his lower eyes. The frothing at the bases of his cocks is dizzying and has him swearing to himself. “That’s right, take it. Only thing a slut like you was made for. Nothing but a fucking pocket pussy—”
“Augh!” You cry out when your orgasm crashes over you, your thighs shaking in his hold. Sukuna  hisses at the way your walls choke him, halting as you weakly grind on him to ride out. Your chest burns with each heave, and your breath catches in your throat when you feel Sukuna slide out without much care at all. It’s then that you notice the slight chill in the air again, goosebumps pimpling your skin with the newfound sheen of sweat that covers you. 
He lets out a slow whistle with the brief comment of “Wow,” his eyes raving over every inch of you. He’s never paid much attention before, but seeing the way your eyes fall heavy and limp, much like the rest of you, this is something he might be able to get used to. His cocks twitch at the view, leaking precum and dripping in your combined wetness. It all drips down to his balls, aching, heavy, and full. “Get up.”
You try catching your breath, but moving your arms is as easy as lifting a tractor. Lead fills your limbs and renders you immobile as you continue to spasm around the ghost of his lengths that once filled you. Trembling lips move with difficulty as you try to form thoughts with the mush that’s replaced your brain. “I-I…” The dryness of your throat cracks your voice when you try again. “I c-can’t.”
With a roll of his eyes and a click of his tongue, he picks you up and leans back against the wall, situated at the head of your futon. He presses your back flush to his chest, spreading your legs open with his bottom arms while holding your throat with his upper left. 
“My Lord?” Your quizzical tone goes unnoticed, or rather, ignored as he positions your body to his liking. Despite your eagerness to please normally making the process easy, the wake of your climax makes you even more pliable.
He grabs your breast with your right, palming it briefly before forming a mouth, sucking and flicking your nipple with his new tongue. The pleasure almost stings with your newfound sensitivity, but he presses his hand firmly every time you try to squirm. The lips latch on, tugging occasionally tugging and nipping at the bud caught between them. The graze of fangs sends a shudder throughout your chest and has you whimpering beneath his touch. It’s all overwhelming again when you feel a tongue prod at your entrance, the tip of of it flicking against your core from the mouth on his stomach. 
“I didn’t say we were done.”
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sirenscriptures · 2 months
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⋆⭒˚.⋆ angel dust — s. ryomen ⋆。˚
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synopsis: he couldn’t believe the day you’d fallen down into his home. it was such a dark place, filled with such voids that most would consider horrifying. but you…you seemed to brighten up those areas just with your presence alone … 3k
before you read: fem-bodied reader, fallen angel ! reader, kind of counts as monsterfucking??, corruption, breeding, size difference, true form sukuna, soft to rough-ish sex, mainly soft sukuna, some asphyxiation, oral sex, cock worship.
author comments: if you’ve seen this before, don’t fret. this is a reupload from last year that came from my previous blog <3 also, i would greatly appreciate any feedback on this idea. it was very well received on ao3 and i’d love to know what you think of this idea!!
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there was a biting cold air spilling throughout the dark, enormous malevolent shrine that evening. it was odd, since the deep marrows and walls of the domain usually seethed with a heat that seemed closest to what hell would feel like.
quiet as usual, his looming figure sat high within the mouth of the gaping shadows that swallowed the entire space. mountains of bones sat him as his throne; rotting and decaying ones piled at the root, whilst the more robust collection of ivory spines and jaws crowned the top.
even if his gaze read otherwise, he knew something strange was circulating. the domain no longer felt as though it could hold him, yet he didn’t know why. where it usually felt so hollow and barren, it now felt heavy, as if there were something weighing directly on its surface.
sukuna could feel the tension slithering up his arms. his usually harrowing eyes were now darting around, frantically checking each and every wall, crevice and shadow like a madman.
however, standing up was worse. immediately as his feet met the surface, a painful spasm rippled through his head, his hand smacking against his forehead in response. following the sudden pain, a high pitched ring bulleted through his ears.
he let out a yowl in reaction, his entire core tensing in near unbearable pain.his body heat felt like it was burning him alive, and the entirety of his muscles felt as though they would cave in on him at any given moment. it was as if his whole body were crumbling away, alike to the bones at the very bottom of his throne.
what in the hell is wrong with me…?
with no time for another thought or exclamation, a sudden, nearly blinding light glistered over his entire vision. it was like a lightning strike when it cracked down upon a tree. but upon the impact, the light expanded outward, casting a permanent coat of shining white over what used to be orifices of shadows.
the light only lasted a few moments before slipping away, the shadows eating at the remaining whiteness casted in the malevolent shrine. but for sukuna, it felt like ages before the piercing brightness faded away.
hiding away his face in the fabric of his robe sleeves, the pain in his body from before had completely vanished. he felt now that he was in one piece, and that everything was mostly back to normal again.
that was, until he looked in front of himself.
in front of him was what looked to be a pile of white sheets strewn about messily into a wrinkled pile.
with him still trying to adjust his eyes from before, it was still a bit of a blur. the flash from before had strongly impacted his vision for a good few moments before he could truly see properly again.
but when his vision did clear, he was certain he’d been hallucinating. his eyes widened as he realized.
in front of him lay an angel…one with battered, gently stained wings. they looked to be twisted, as if they’d been purposely bent and misshapen by cruel hands.
the little clothes that they wore were torn, stained with some sort of black, ash-like debris, as if they’d been caught in some sort of smoke or fire.
now fully adjusted to the sight, he saw the faint, aura-shaped glow that was cast around their body. the dim light shifted in and out of different hues; appearing like the breathing leaves of a tree at one moment, and like ocean waves the next, transcending on and on into different textures and colors in only a matter of minutes.
even for him, the very king of curses, this was a truly mesmerizing sight. in all his time, he couldn’t ever recall encountering a fallen one.
but that didn’t stop him from wondering just how in the world a creature like you had slipped into his domain.
sukuna’s barrier was stronger than any other domains in existence. only he had the power to call upon it when he wished to trap his victims inside of it. no one could get in or out without his calling to it, and that was always how it worked.
truly, it made no sense how you’d landed here. it shouldn’t have been anywhere near possible, but he’d have to face the facts that it was now.
breathing out deeply, whatever soft expression he previously had, he quickly wiped off. whilst admittedly fascinated, sukuna wanted no more unexpected visitors lurking here. it wasn’t worth any risk, even if he could deal with any type of intruder.
walking towards your body, he stared down at you for a moment, pondering. the idea of seeing a real angel so up close, enough to where he could touch it and see all of its features, felt somewhat dangerous to him.
standing so close created ripples of tension in the air, and he could feel it. it was nearly overbearing, to a point where he almost stepped back. but he stood his ground, not wanting to lose this moment.
gently, one of his hands grasped around your shoulder, rolling you onto your back. seeing your face now, it was hard for his eyes not to narrow.
sukuna had never seen something so beautiful. being asleep and trapped in bottomless darkness for years upon years with nothing but gruesome history and deeds, made him realize just how much he failed to see from the world around him.
he knew very well that there was a world outside of his domain where time was constantly working. where lives ended and began within every passing hour. where every single person, organism, ecosystem and cell worked to keep the cycle of living and evolving forever flowing onward, until there would be nothing left but dust floating about an empty space.
did he care for it much? of course not
out there, he was feared. the very syllables of his name invoked terror into any normal human that lived today. and that didn’t bother him in the slightest. it was a title that contributed to who he truly was: the king of curses.
but this moment that lay in front of him felt much different than just the outside world. just by looking at you, it was clear you falling down here carried much more volume than if a regular human were to fall into his domain.
it was when he began to pull you into his arms that your eyes flicked open. being cradled within four arms was a feeling he only half expected you to react to, but it was still surprising for both of you.
at first, sukuna expected you to flinch away from him. maybe even throw yourself away from his grasp. after all, it only seemed appropriate to him that an angel would fear the initial sight of a curse of his stature.
it was the stare you gave him that threw him off the most. your eyes were brilliant; the color in resemblance to the hazy aura that surrounded your body after the fall. but looking deeper, it seemed like you were...admiring him?
the softness in your gaze couldn’t be described in any other way. it was painted with innocence and light, something that was so foreign to sukuna.
despite the unfamiliar soft feeling blooming within his chest, his expression remained strong, revealing little emotion to you at first. with his eyes fully fixated on you, he smirked.
“i take it you’ve lost your way?” he asked in his low, sonorous voice. red eyes blinked down at you, the contact unbreaking.
when he was met with silence, it wasn’t a shock. angels weren’t so common with the earth language as many others thought they were.
instead, you blinked back at him, that same look in your eye as he remained holding you in his arms. even though he understood that you weren’t vocal, he could begin to feel that same tension lingering in the air once more.
“you really did a number on me when you fell down here.” he chuckled, assuming the pain from before was caused by the impact.
something within your gaze flickered as your hand reached up towards his face. his first instinct was to flinch away or tense up, yet…he didn’t.
your caress on his face was gentle, so loving, it was enough to make him feel like warmth was rushing through the tips of your fingers. sukuna hadn’t felt such a sensation in an eternity. in all of his long life, he couldn’t remember ever feeling a touch as gentle and as ethereal as this one.
it truly amazed him. he’d been so used to fighting, that he forgot what a real, physical loving touch had felt like against his skin. especially in his true form, he’d never felt so many sensations coursing through him at once.
the tension only stretched once he noticed you hadn’t broken eye contact. usually, others would shy their gaze away in fear. but, with the way you looked at him, it was almost as if you were trying to persuade him to look at you.
the way you smiled at him, and the way your body was so relaxed in his grasp…something was drawing him in so deep, that he completely ignored the fact that your faces were now drawn so close together, his breath warm on your skin.
you could feel sukuna start to tense up against your body. he wasn’t saying it directly, but he hated appearing as though his walls were tumbling down. the mere idea of being vulnerable was nauseating to him. but sure enough, it was gradually spreading through him like a slow-killing virus.
for a brief moment, something switched within him. it was a sudden feeling of his normal self coming back to him.
suddenly, he placed you back on the ground. he initially wanted to turn his body away from you, but you stopped him. your hand clasped gently around one of his wrists, a slight pleading look in your eyes. you stood close to his body, battered wings flecking about torn and tangled feathers.
sukuna turned to look at you, slightly amused. if anyone else had done that to him in his domain, he could have their arm sliced off in a matter of one glance.
“what now?” he asked gently.
he almost made a smart remark following his inquiry, until your hands gently started to roam over his body.
slowly, your gentle touch sent that same euphoric sensation through him, causing his breath to hitch. the tenseness in his muscles seemed to be washed away by the feeling as your touch traveled to his waist.
he could feel your breath growing heavier by each minute that passed. your head leaned into the deep crook of his neck, hands admiringly slipping over the bulges of muscles and scars on his skin.
looking back at you, he huffed, that devilish smirk spreading slightly over his lips once more. his large hands crept over your waist, scraping the loose clothing off of your body, leaving you more vulnerable than him.
before you could react, he’d pulled you into his grasp once more, his lips connecting with yours. his tongue aggressively slithers its way into your mouth, causing you to whine.
when pulling away, a string of saliva trailed between both of your mouths, eventually dripping down your breast.
seeing your bare figure so beautifully displayed in front of him, sukuna can’t help but feel like he needs more. that feeling from before was now a craving that he felt wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d had every part of you.
leaning back to sit, he placed you conveniently onto his lap, undoing his robes. you could feel the warm excitement pulsing through you, and you were certain he could feel the same.
those dark eyes fixated on you so strongly, you felt as though he could see through you. he pulled you close to him again, his hand trailing down in between your legs.
you latched onto him in surprise when the mouth on his palm began to lap and lick at you from below. you let out a trembling whimper, wrapping your arms tight around his neck.
sukuna chuckled darkly. “now i’ve found what you like, haven't i?”
it wasn’t long before you were wet enough for his fingers to slip in between your snug walls. you could feel your legs beginning to shake uncontrollably as the mouth continued to suck and slither its tongue inside you, whilst his two fingers pumped into your wetness.
he was fascinated by the feeling. even just a mere two fingers had some struggles fitting inside you. but the way you swallowed him in so well down there made him throb.
fuck…who would’ve thought i’d get to ruin a sweet angel like this? he thought to himself. just the feeling of the dripping warmth around his fingers could drive him mad.
promptly, sukuna removed the rest of his robes, his full body exposed to you now. looking at you, he watched your eyes widen at the sight of just how big he was.
he smiled amusingly, taking your face into one of his hands gently.
“there’s nothing to be afraid of, dear.” he murmured, pulling you into a deep, long kiss.
your little whimpers sent waves of arousal through him. you were so fascinating in all ways…he just couldn’t get enough of you.
before he could do anything else, you positioned yourself beneath him, kneeling right where his thighs were.
he looked at you, confused. he could see that you appeared nervous. compared to sukuna, you felt so small. he was a giant, and you both knew that. but there was an instinct for you to serve him, even if it was just for a little while.
suddenly, you’d begun to take in one of his members into your mouth slowly, your tongue snaking around the tip.
sukuna let out a rumbling groan, muscles back to tensing and pulsing with excitement. even the feeling of your mouth was amazing…so soft and welcoming to his cock.
his head tilted back, the feeling of you sucking at him sending his mind into a blur. it was unfathomable how good you could make him feel, all with simple gestures.
after a few moments, you’d stopped. sukuna looked down at you, panting slightly.
it was the sight of you kissing his cock that made him realize what you were doing. trails of kisses led all the way to his pre-cum coated tip. your hands gently massaged and caressed his skin, humming with pleasure as you did so.
pulling you up to his lap again, he pulled you extra close, breath now hot against your neck. sukuna couldn’t keep his mouth from yours. his large hands groped at your breasts, the mouths engulfing your skin.
he loved the sound of your moans flowing into his mouth as he prepared his cock at your entrance. you sounded so meek, and at the same time desperate. as if you’d wanted more of him, which is exactly what he wanted from you.
sliding in wasn’t easy for him. not even half had slipped into you, and you were already holding onto dear life, clawing at his shoulders and wincing, tears starting to stream down your cheeks.
he cupped your face in his hands, holding you gently. “shhhh, it’s alright.” he assured.
he placed one of his hands on your chest, the thump of your heartbeat racing wildly. staring into your eyes, he never broke his soft stare, his member still partially stuffed inside you.
“breathe for me.” he murmured, hand remaining on your chest as he breathed deeply with you.
slowly, it eased its way past your walls, the warmth now engulfing him. sukuna leaned his head back, groaning.
“fuuuck…” he hissed, feeling the fluttering of your walls around him.
he looked up at you, seeing how tense you’d become. his hands gently rubbed up and down your back, soothing you to where you would relax once more.
accidentally, his hands traveled to your wings. at the initial touch, you let out a cry, but not out of pain, out of pleasure.
once again, fascination overcame him. while he started to pump himself in and out of you, his fingers gently massaged the silky feathers of your back, watching as your head and eyes rolled back.
his pace grew faster eventually, balls slapping against your flesh, your moans sobbing out of you louder. meanwhile, sukuna’s hands roamed all over you, caressing every part of you that he could.
as he fucked you, the tongue on his stomach swirled in delicate circles over your protruding clit. he could feel every part of you begin to tremble. it felt like you were about to break at the seams.
he growled out huskily as his hand wrapped around your throat. slaps rang out as he fucked you, echoing throughout his domain.
he looked at you with hooded eyes, admiring the glassy-eyed look of exhaustion and arousal that you had.
“cum for me,” he stammered out. “let me hear those pretty moans of yours…”
you could feel the pleasure washing over you, head throwing back as you let out a final cry.
with a few thrusts, he could feel his seed sputtering deep inside you. his last thrusts made sure everything stayed inside of you, filling you up as much as he could. the feeling of your warmth and fluids mixing together nearly sent the both of you into a trance.
but for sukuna, he was more entranced by you and you alone. he had yet to understand how an angel like you had fallen down here, but he figured he didn’t have to understand everything right away.
all he truly cared about now was possibly keeping you down here with him. it didn’t fully make sense at first why he felt such a drawn protection over you, but now he saw just how special you were.
holding you in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile watching you doze off, head resting against his chest as you listened to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.
written by sirenscriptures. do not repost on any other website. do not translate, copy, or use.
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peachsayshi · 11 months
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˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: size kink, squirting, true form sukuna 
true form sukuna who gets bewitched when he sees you naked for the first time. you’re the first human he’s ever taken into bed with him, and he studies your body with sincere curiosity. you feel like porcelain underneath his rough fingers, it makes him cautious not to leave a scratch on your smooth skin. he analyzes the slope of every curve, brushes along your perfect lines, and spreads you open to taste your warmth on his tongue. his pupils dilate when your breath hitches from his ministrations, and he’s so fascinated by your reactions that it stirs his hunger. but you’re small underneath him - so delicate that he has to force himself to slow down and keep himself steady. he curses when he enters you, the heat strangling his throat from how tight you are, and a deep moan escapes him when he realizes that you can take him. 
you feel his mouth everywhere, the strength of his hold pinning you in place while stars form in your eyes from the overstimulation. you’ve never been admired like this by any other man before. this monster makes you tremble and shake, makes you forget your own words as it trickles out in babbles while you cry out to the heavens above you. 
the strain prompts sukuna’s brows to knit together, the pressure forcing him to pull out and his eyes glow bright as he watches you gush all over him. his eyes are fixated on your cunt, glittered with your arousal, and he places his palm flat against the slit to lap up your essence. he drags the same hand upward, pressing it against your lower belly, and feeling you quiver underneath his touch. 
he slides his dick back inside you, and greedily licks his lips because he’s ravenous for more. 
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xxsabitoxx · 6 months
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Special | Kinktober Side Quest 1
Sukuna x AFAB reader | divider from @benkeibear
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Sukuna, who is not particularly thrilled about one family who dares to keep pestering him for wealth.
Sukuna, who is given you as an offering in return for the wealth they so desperately desire
Sukuna, who typically wouldn't think twice about taking your life and moving on with his.
Sukuna, who finds you to be different than the rest
Not much can interest the man, especially during the Heian Era. There is nothing to do but be worshiped and doted on out of fear, and even for him, it can get boring. You, however, didn't put up a fight when your so-called family offered you up for a small fraction of his wealth. Even know, you sat dutifully before him, awaiting your fate.
"Aren't you going to beg me to spare your life?" he asked in a dull tone, one of four arms pressed into the side of his face as he looked you over. You only shook your head, looking up at him with eyes as dull as the tone he just used. "Why bother, if life is this cruel to me for doing nothing at all, it is simply a life I do not want to live."
That wasn't an answer he expected, eyes taking a moment to really focus on what you were wearing. From the looks of it, your family had been trying to make you look seductive. The thought made his lips curl in a scowl, humans were truly selfish creatures. "I suppose I can't argue with that mentality." he sounded resigned as he pulled his eyes from your breasts and up to your downcast face.
"But it sounds to me that you are just giving up. Did you even try to put up a fight?" you shook your head, you hadn't even raised your voice when your parents told you what was to happen. You had just accepted it for what it was. "pathetic." the curse before you spat, his tone making your nerve endings spark with fear. But after a moment, you processed the fact that his anger wasn't directed at you.
"I'll make you a deal." he spoke gruffly, large fist still pressed into his cheek as he observed you. Those five words sent a new wave of fear through you, but your facial expression never gave that away. "I'll let you live..." He watched as your eyes finally raised to meet his, only a hint of shock on your near-expressionless face. "... on one condition."
"May I ask you what the question is, sir?" his pause had left you room to speak, you took the change and accepted it. Sukuna hummed in approval at your words, pleased to hear you already taking formalities. Most of the morons who came to him for wealth didn't even remember to use them when addressing him.
"You'll let me use your body, whenever I desire to."
"Is that all you require from me, sir?" unphased by the request, Sukuna smirked. "For now, that would be all." what an intriguing creature you were, your carefully guarded emotions made his skin itch with the desire to unravel you and eat you alive. "I humbly accept your offer, sir." Sukuna sighed, straightening for the first time since you sat before him.
"Wonderful, we'll start right away then. Strip."
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ghost-1-y · 5 months
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Covenant
True Form!Sukuna x AFAB!Sorcerer!Reader
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Content Warnings: (too many to count) MDNI, dark content, explicit sexual content, dubcon, sadomasochism, master/slave dynamics, reader binds herself to him as his slave in exchange for her life, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, double penetration (Sukuna has two cocks), oral sex (m! and f! receiving), throat fucking, lots of manhandling, HEAVY degradation (Sukuna is MEAN), humiliation, spanking as punishment, Sukuna does not care about reader’s pleasure, multiple creampies, lots of hair pulling, dacryphilia, reader does experience pain during this encounter (and Sukuna doesn’t care); mentions of reader going through sexual training, mentions of reader becoming a concubine, please read with caution, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Summary: Having been one of the sorcerers of the Heian Era to attempt to eradicate the King of Curses from the face of the earth, you were the least bit surprised to find yourself awaiting death within Sukuna’s domain. What you didn’t expect was that the Disgraced One had other plans awaiting you, to which you selfishly conceded if it meant you were allowed to live yet another day.
Word Count: ~3k
Divider Credit: @/benkeibear
A/N: so…I’m not a fan of Sukuna (*cough* manga *cough*) so I made him pretty fucking mean in this (because lets be real, he would not treat you nicely, you’re lucky if he doesn’t k!ll you) HOWEVER True Form!Sukuna got me feeling some type of way (unfortunately I’m a little bit delulu and tend to think with my pussy). So please heed the content warnings in this, and please read with caution. 
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Paralysis.
That’s what it felt like, an immovable body in the presence of someone’s indomitable will. It was a fearsome thing to behold – the vast difference in abilities between you and your opponent. Your mind, however, raced – memories of the life you lived beginning to dwindle in awe of the destruction that would wreck your body in the next coming moments, until slowly it became nothing but a darkness which was inescapable, with only thoughts of blood splatter and broken bones crushed under the weight of your own foolishness.
“Domain Expansion—” the monster before you uttered, a smirk on his face so vile that your muscles rebelled and brought you down to your knees, nerves igniting across your body in waves as you imagined the pain of death tearing you apart. He hadn’t even touched you yet, and you already felt the effects of your life being strewn into mere threads as he stood across from you.
“—Malevolent Shrine.”
A simple pattern of hand movements, really, yet its raw power was so extreme that it brought about what was considered to be the pinnacle of jujutsu. If your mind weren’t already broken from fear, you may have marveled at the intricacies of the domain. A Buddhist shrine, which was surrounded by animal skulls and, at the center, an open maw of teeth and tongue which was erected behind the Disgraced One. A glance around yourself, and you’d realize that your surroundings had barely changed – other than the obvious death which awaited you as your body knelt in defeat, but you did wonder if the blood which soaked the floor beneath the King of Curses was a bath of yours which had yet to be spilled.
You closed your eyes, awaiting a death so horrific that you hoped it would end quickly. Yet, as you waited, instead of feeling your body torn apart, you heard the footsteps of the monster walking towards you.
“You humans are pathetic,” it laughed, “thinking you stood even the slightest chance of defeating someone as powerful as I.”
You were shaking, unable to look up at him as he got close enough to touch you.
“However, an insect such as yourself seems to have some intelligence, you at least know not to look at me whilst I grace your presence.” The monster grabbed your hair, balling it up in his fist and forcing your head up. “Maybe you have some potential,” he mused, before throwing you back to the ground, causing you to fall on your side.
“Are– are you gonna kill me?” you asked stupidly, but the fear consuming your soul made you want this to be over with, to seek the sweet release that death would bring compared to being in such a malicious presence.
Sukuna chuckled, “good job, insect,” he mocked, “of course I will, I was just…interested in something is all.”
Your ears perked up, and a semblance of logic returned to you – your survival instincts kicking in after the sheer panic of being faced with death started to subside. You kept your head low, not wanting to upset him and lower your chances of escape – although really, you deemed it pretty much impossible in your current circumstances.
“Please, I’ll– I’ll do anything, I– I promise! If– if you just let me live, please–” you exclaimed, your words sounding like a broken record as you spoke. He threw his head back, a maniacal laugh escaping his throat.
“I love when you humans beg. It’s so sweet seeing your dignity, your morals, everything slowly dissipate as you plead for your lives, all replaced by pure cowardice.” 
“Please–”
He suddenly appeared before you, eyes boring into your soul, causing you to flinch while averting his gaze – “and what makes you think I should grant such a wish?”
His voice was cold, but, as he gazed at you more, eyes raking over your body, his demeanor shifted.
“You’re disgraceful,” he started, “perhaps I could put some use to that.”
You opened your eyes, but didn’t dare look up. Your neck started to ache from the angle you forced it into. Sukuna started walking back to where the shrine had been erected, before he turned and sat upon the maw that took up the inside of it. He performed a “come hither” motion with two of his fingers, and spoke.
“Stand up, insect, and come to me,” he smirked.
You did exactly as you were told, eyes trained on the ground as you stood up and stepped forward, only stopping by the time you reached the steps of the shrine.
“Kneel.”
You fell to your knees, and he grinned.
“I was right. You are disgraceful. You’d do anything to survive, like a goddamn cockroach,” he spat. Your face flushed in shame as you listened to his words, your hands shaking as you bowed before him.
“But, you amuse me,” he considered, “so, if you’ll do anything like you said, then you will become my slave. You’ll do everything for me– you’ll cook my food, feed me, clothe me, bathe me,” he continued, before an even more malicious thought came to his head, “and you’ll let me use you however I want.”
Your muscles tensed, but you nodded, breath shaky as you uttered an “okay”. Sukuna stood up and walked towards you.
“Then we will initiate a binding vow, in exchange for me not being allowed to kill you, you will become my slave and do everything aforementioned – all for my sake,” Sukuna proposed, “do you understand this set of conditions?”
You nodded, and accepted the conditions. Pitiful, you thought, but if it meant he couldn’t kill you, then it was worth it.
Right?
“Then gaze upon your Master, pet,” he commanded.
You raised your head to look at him, and, now that your anxiety had settled slightly with the threat of death no longer looming over you, you had a chance to fully take in his form. 
He was tall, and not in the sense of how humans are tall – fully standing, you imagined he reached just over three meters, and his build filled in his height extremely well, with his broad shoulders and toned chest exposed as the top of his kimono fell around his waist. Yet, what caught your attention was his arms – four of them which all boasted muscle and markings that matched the rest of him, with veiny hands and nails sharpened like claws.
He smirked as you looked at him, chuckling as your eyes focused on his torso, where a second mouth lay, the tongue of which stuck out in full view. You averted your eyes, blushing at the images that came to your head upon seeing such an anomaly.
“Oh? Does this slave already look fondly upon its Master? Have you no shame left at all?” he mocked, before completely discarding his kimono and fundoshi, completely exposing himself in front of you, before taking a step forward.
“I told you to gaze upon me, slave. Do as you’re told.” His voice was firm, and, not wishing to disobey him, you looked upon him once more, only for your jaw to drop at his…endowment.
He had two cocks.
One was above the other, and both were huge and fully erect. You’d guess that they spanned a length of nearly ten inches each, and were leaking copious amounts of precum from each tip.
“Prove your eagerness to serve me, pet,” he commanded, walking towards you so his cocks were hovering above your face. You stood up, having to be at full height to reach his hips, and hesitantly wrapped your hand around his lower cock, before realizing that you couldn’t wrap a single hand around him and have your fingers touch. You took your other hand and wrapped it around his second cock, before slowly stroking them along each of their lengths, lubing them up with his precum. His muscles tensed at your touch, but showed no other reaction. You licked carefully at the head of the first one, both hands stroking in cadence with each other, squeezing carefully as you became bold enough to suck the bulbous head of his cock.
“Good pet, you seem to know how to serve others well,” he grunted, crossing two of his arms before one of his free hands reached down to grab your hair, forcing you to take more of his cock as you stroked the other at a quickened pace. He moved your head along his length until you were gagging and coughing, “what’s wrong, slut? Can’t fit this cock inside that whorish mouth of yours? You’re more useless than I initially thought.” He pulled you off of him so you could breathe before putting his cock inside your mouth once more, forcing your head to bob back and forth along the length of his dick.
“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll train you nice and good so you’ll be able to suck my cocks properly.” 
You whined, the vibrations traveling along his dick, causing him to tense once more. 
“Yeah? Knew you’d fuckin’ like that, slut.”
You stayed like that for what seemed to be hours, with only the sounds of your mouth and his grunts filling the room, until he finally pulled you off of him. Two of his arms then grabbed you by the waist and turned you upside down, bending you at your hips so your legs wrapped around his torso, placing your cunt right above the large tongue that stuck out from his abdomen, holding you in place so your head was in line with his other cock – waiting for you to give it the same treatment as the first one. 
“Don’t be mistaken, pet, this is purely for my pleasure. I don’t give a fuck if you cum or not, understood?” he spat.
“Yes, Master,” you whimpered, and he licked a broad stripe up your pussy, the flat of his tongue easily engulfing the entire area between your thighs, causing you to moan out his title. He ignored your clit, instead deciding to lap up the juices weeping out of your needy cunt. You shuddered as you took one of his cocks in your hand, collecting the precum that seeped out from its tip and using it as lubricant as you stroked along his thick length, and again licked along the slit of it before taking the head in your mouth. Using your other hand, you brought both of his cocks together in your grip, pulling off of the first one with a lewd pop before tracing your tongue along both of the tips, earning a groan from him.
His tongue bullied itself into your tight pussy, stretching it beyond what you thought you’d be able to take, pushing it against your walls and curling it into that one sensitive area inside your cunt. His saliva mixed with your own sweetness as he slurped and sucked at your heat, his grunts sending vibrations up to your clit, causing you to moan. You alternated between his two cocks, taking one dick in your mouth and sucking at its head before moving to the other – both equally thick and heavy as you settled them into your mouth. You tried going deeper, but ended up gagging before even half of his length passed through your lips. Without any warning, Sukuna let out a low growl as his cum released into your mouth and spurted all over your face, leaving you a complete mess as he took you by the leg and dropped you onto the ground. 
Thinking you were done, you got up on your knees and bowed to him once more, expecting some form of dismissal for the time being until he called upon you again.
Instead, he pulled you up once more by the hair, causing you to wince in pain.
“What makes you think we’re done here, pet? Surely you don’t think that one round is enough to deplete me of stamina, do you really think so little of your own Master?” he sneered, causing you to shiver as you reminded yourself that he can’t kill you, that it’s okay. 
But then, he placed you onto his large lap so that you were on all fours while atop him, and took one of his hands to grip your jaw, while a second grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, using his grip to open your jaw. He glared down at you before spitting into your open mouth, not caring that it landed on your lips as well.
Smack!
You jolted forward, the shock of the impact on your ass surprising you more than anything else, but then he landed another blow, and another, having fully wound his hand back before landing each spank on your now reddened asscheeks. Tears formed in your eyes, the pain too much for you to handle.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“How pathetic, unable to handle the punishment I give you. I’m not even trying to hurt you, y’know, you’re just that weak, pet.” He emphasized his point with one last spank before rubbing his hand over each of your asscheeks, causing you to whine at how raw your skin felt underneath his roughened palms. 
“Now, are you going to be a good slut for your Master? Or am I going to have to punish you further?” he threatened, and you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I’ll– I’ll be good, Master, p-promise!” you stuttered.
Sukuna grunted in response, and took you by the hips and forced you off of his lap, turning you so that you were facing away from him. He hunched over you, his incredibly large frame engulfing yours as he rubbed his cocks up against your small, weeping pussy. Your heart rate quickened, not sure you’d be able to take the size of them both at the same time.
But, it seemed as though Sukuna was feeling merciful, and started by only shoving one of them into your hot cunt, sinking balls deep as he forced himself fully into you, not waiting for you to adapt to his size. His second cock found itself brushing against your clit, giving you small sparks of pleasure that offset the pain just enough for you to tolerate him. His thrusts were fast and harsh, pounding into you as though you were no more than a fucktoy for him to use.
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as he gripped your hair with one of his arms and pulled it back towards him. Two more hands were gripping your hips as his cock slammed into you, with his other cock roughly sliding against your clit. You let out a moan, prompting him to use his fourth hand to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds that gurgled in your throat.
“Did I ever give you permission to make noise like that?” he asked, his grip on your hair tightening. You tried shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes as he continued pounding into you. “I didn’t, so be a good slave and keep your whore mouth quiet.”
He thrust harder into you, his cock twitching and throbbing inside your gushing cunt. With one final thrust, his cum exploded inside of you, filling you up until it leaked out of your abused pussy, triggering your own accidental orgasm as you writhed underneath his intimidating form.
“Such a fucking whore, cumming all because I filled you up. You’re like a bitch in fucking heat, a needy little fucktoy,” he growled, emphasizing his words with harsh thrusts into your messy cunt. He lined up his second cock, the head of it pushing against your already-filled pussy.
“Such a whore cunt should be able to take both of these at the same time, right?” he smirked, and you let out a muffled scream as he pressed his second cock into your tight hole, this time giving you a second to deal with the pain shooting through your lower abdomen, the stretch being way too much for your poor cunt to properly accommodate him.
“Shit– so fucking tight, can’t even push my cock all the way in. Gonna have to train you to take ‘em, slut – gonna become the perfect little concubine for me, aren’t ya?” He growled, emphasizing his words by thrusting his cocks deep into your pussy. You whined into his hand as you took the abuse he dealt to your pussy, the stretch nearly unbearable between the push and pull of his cocks, the sting of the each drag against your walls eventually melting into pleasure the more he fucked into you. 
He landed one last smack on your ass, which would’ve caused you to fall over had he not been gripping your hips so tightly, and, without warning, another orgasm ripped from you. You screamed into his hand, eyes rolling back as you were consumed by the sudden onset of pleasure which started in your gut and spread through your veins like wildfire. Your thighs shook, and with one last thrust into your poor cunt, he spilled his seed into your womb – his cock throbbing as ropes of his cum painted your walls white.
“Fuck–” he groaned, “maybe you do have a use, hm?”
You couldn’t respond, the aftershocks of your orgasm too much for you to adequately think, much less provide a reply.
“Don’t make me regret this, slave.” His grip on your hair tightened. “Don’t make me regret not killing you.”
His hand finally let go from being clasped around your mouth, and the rest of his hands softened their grip on you. You collapsed on the floor before him as he released his domain expansion, reveling in the sweet taste of life upon your tongue and in your soul as his cum leaked out of you. 
“Yes…yes, Master…promise you won’ regret it,” you babbled, reaching your hand in between your legs to push his cum back inside of you, not wanting to waste a single drop of your Master’s gift to you. You were happy that he was gracious enough to use your pussy as a cum receptacle – deeming you worthy enough to take his precious seed.
That was your only purpose now, after all.
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toji-girl · 26 days
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the other side | r. sukuna
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synopsis: You love how sweet and kind and caring Yuuji is, he is everything you wanted in a man, even the other side of him.
wc: 2.7k
tags: PLEASE READ ALL OF THIS + dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + he is very mean + dubcon/noncon but you do want it (will tag both just to be sure!) + biting + super hard degradation + spitting + blood play + he is in his true form mostly + mouths on his hands + creampie+ breeding mentioned throughout and he calls you a heifer + double dick! Kuna + fingering + blow job + pussy eating + orgasm denial + spanking + anal + double penetration from double dicks + dacryphilia + cum eating
an; I wrote this I think in 20 or 21 and I did edit it but please note that this is..I don't even know how to explain it lmao, this is all for fiction purposes and I write the most out-of-pocket things when I am ovulating which what I was going through when I wrote this I'm sure lmaooo
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Yuuji looked at you with a sideways glance trying to figure out why you were acting out all day and even through the night until you two both settled into bed for the evening, giving him an attitude in secret hope the other person inhabiting his body would come out and play, his head cocked to the side looking at you as you sat on his lap.
“Is there anything you need?” He asked with worry in his voice while you trailed your fingers up his chest before settling both hands on his broad shoulders while straddling him. 
“Let him come out and play.” You whispered a little embarrassed that you want what people call Yuuji’s demon to show himself and play with you like a rag doll, the type of spirit most don’t want to play with but you don’t mind getting a little burnt playing with fire if it meant that you get what you wanted. 
Yuuji’s eyes went wide and he shook his head wildly. “No, it’s dangerous and you could end up hurt like the last time, he made you cry. Remember?” He asked with a frown not able to stomach the idea of it happening again, but it really didn’t matter to him, it was all up to Sukuna. 
“You can still control him, right?” You asked sweetly. Yuuji sighed, debating on what to do for several minutes as he chewed on his bottom lip in deep thought on how to handle the situation, he knew you loved him more than anything but what was so great about the other side of him? 
You love Yuuji and how sweet he really is, he treated you like a gentleman all the time, doting on you and just being himself, which you adored, of course. But a few weeks ago, Sukuna made a surprise appearance while you and Yuuji made love, and it soon turned into him leaving you in a crying, babbling mess, covered in cum and bite marks that are still healing all over your body where anyone can see and it opened a new side of you that craved that attention. 
A mouth appeared on Yuuji’s cheek and Sukuna spoke in that low, seductive voice paired with a deep cackle at the end.
“Come on, let’s teach this heifer a lesson.” His words stung, being referred to as a heifer. 
“Did you just call me a cow?” You asked stunned with your eyes wide as you stared at the pair of lips with pointy teeth hiding, just waiting to sink into your flesh. 
Yuuji slapped his hand over his cheek but another mouth grew on the back of that one with a wicked smile and sharp canine teeth shining. “Is that what you want?” Sukuna asked, you looked up at your boyfriend, who had a pained expression. “A heifer is a young female calf that has yet to be bred and since you haven’t been properly bred I think it’s time we fix that.” His tone was smug as his tongue lolled out, licking his lips before wiggling at you. 
“No.” You hesitated for only a brief second and looked away feeling a burn of humiliation and desire pulling and tangling together creating a ball of tension between your legs, your boyfriend could be a bit rougher but that wasn’t who he was and you’d never ask him to change either. 
He sighed and both mouths disappeared. You kissed him on his cheek and smiled replaying what Sukuna said. “He’s an asshole anyway, what do you say we go back to the living room and watch some TV?” You asked. After his nod, you twisted to get off his lap but felt nails dig into your waist, keeping you against him. Looking up, you already knew you would see Sukuna’s devilish smile, the dark marks adorning his skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth, and knew it was too late, he was fully in control now. 
“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going? You’re about to get what you wanted and since I’m such an asshole maybe I should fuck yours.” In a quick motion and with really no effort on his part from his sheer strength, Sukuna had you pinned to the bed with your hands above your head. Your wrists were crushed in his tight grip while his other yanked down your shorts, leaving your bottom half bare to the cool air of the room and making you shiver. 
“You’ve been getting on my nerves all day with your whining and bitching, your mouth would look better wrapped around my cock instead of flapping about useless shit so now you’re going to take what I give you, do you understand me?” He asked using a hand to squish your cheeks together making you nod your head with a sadistic grin. 
“Yes, sir.” You choked out, Sukuna laughed while roughly pushing your legs open with his knees. His free hand ghosted over your stomach, lifting your shirt up and running his sharp nails over the flesh making you shiver under his touch. You couldn’t help but watch as another pair of arms sprouted from his sides with a sick tear that finally made you look away until one of the newly formed hands gripped your jaw, forcing your head straight. His eyes glowed as he stared down at you. 
“You’re so damn needy you know that? All that insistent bitching all day for this and you’re not even that wet. Pathetic.” He thrust his fingers inside your slick pussy, making you cry out and thrash in his hold. You watched as he opened the mouth on his palm, his long tongue lolling out and drooling over his hand and your cunt, covering it with spit and using it as a crude lube. 
A small whimper left your lips, catching his attention. His new hands were now cupping and squeezing your breasts, palming using the mouths that formed to suck the pebbled buds, then dragged his fingers over your nipples, stopping to pinch them in time with the strokes of his fingers that were sliding in and out of you with his hand still holding your jaw, giving it a dull ache. 
Bending down, he opened his mouth and roughly parted your lips with his tongue. Spit coated your chin along with his while he continued the fast pace of his fingers. “Ah, see you’re getting wet just like I knew you would since the last time I fucked you.”
His lips moved from yours to your shoulder, where he sunk his sharp teeth into the tender flesh, tearing a ragged scream from you. He lapped at the blood-forming from the wound. His tongue felt rough and so did his fingers that found your g-spot and bullied with intense pressure that felt like he was trying to reach your womb. 
He moved away from the first bite mark and suckled on your collarbone, his teeth grazing but not biting yet. 
He let go of your jaw and wrists. At this point, you were confused about how many arms and hands he had now while feeling your orgasm rush over you, the feeling made your head swim with a hazy pleasure but you weren’t allowed to cum yet and he ripped it away from you. 
“Not yet,” Sukuna said removing his slick-covered fingers, wiping them over your lips before plunging the digits into your mouth. “Suck.”
Obeying his commands, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his fingers, his red eyes narrowed and watched. His cock twitched in his pants but he ignored it for the time being because he wasn’t done with you. You are his favorite toy after all, and while he doesn’t really care for your own need to cum having your pussy slick and dripping made it easier for him. 
Suddenly you were empty and Sukuna was flipping you around roughly to your stomach, grabbing your hips, and pulling your ass high in the air. “This is for acting up earlier.” He said as his hand came down slapping your ass cheek. The sting caused you to yelp and tears welled in your eyes as he landed another sharp smack watching the flesh jiggle. 
“Count for me, my little plaything.”
Smack.
“One.”
Smack.
“Two.”
Smack.
“Th-three.”
When he finished the last slap he chuckled, spreading your ass and forming a tongue on his hands, running it over your clit and massaging it to hear you moan. He pulled away again, hearing you now sigh in disappointment, which made him happy with sick delight.
“Do you like being spanked?” He asked with a chuckle but you didn’t answer fast enough, one hand came down again, grabbing the back of your neck and pressing your head into the mattress, making you squeal.
“Squealing like a little fucking pig, but remember I’m going to breed you like a cow.” His harsh voice in your ear made you quiver. Moving away from you to soothe away the stinging on your ass, he pressed his lips against the red marks, kissing away the pain but something deep inside you told you that he was only warming up and was going to destroy you. 
And just like that, he sunk his teeth in, drawing blood again.
“I wonder how your cum and blood would taste mixed together.” He wondered out loud with a laugh that both made your stomach curl and cunt clench. 
His tongue darted between your lips, sloppily eating you out and making loud slurping noises with crude laughter as he passed your clit, teasing you with the threat of more pain keeping you on the edge of your orgasm, he was having fun with this, and enjoyed it thoroughly. 
Your hands gripped the pillow, scared to move because you don’t think you were ready to be spanked like that again, so you kept still as his mouth brought you to orgasm, your walls fluttering as you gushed in his mouth, the mixture of your blood and cum coated Sukuna’s tongue. 
He flipped you to your back again using his four arms. “Open your mouth.” You parted your lips slowly, he moved from his position and hovered above you. With mixed horror and desire, you watched as he dropped the blood-tinged cum in your mouth before slapping your cheek, not hard enough to sting, it was more of a condescending action. 
“Swallow, I know how much you like that.” Sukuna told you with a smirk. 
He watched you swallow, as he patted your head, “You’re such a good bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I like how obedient you are, like a well-trained dog. Those get bred too, so either way, you look at it, I’m going to double-breed you.” His voice was now sinister, even though he praised you at the beginning it only ended in degradation. 
Leaning down, he kissed you again, not giving you a chance to answer his brutal words, his tongue dipping in your mouth while his hands groped and squeezed your breasts unable to help himself, your tits and pussy have to be his favorite part of you, your mouth produces too much noise for his liking. 
“I swear if Yuuji doesn’t let me come out to fuck you once in a while, I might just kill him.” He said pulling away, watching the saliva bridge between your lips with a smirk gracing his. 
“What?” You asked panicked with wide eyes as you struggled under him, his entire massive weight was pinning you to the mattress. Sukuna threw his head back and laughed.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill your boyfriend anytime soon, I still need him around. Plus, you’re a pleasant bonus.”
You sighed but still feared for Yuuji. Suddenly you felt awful that you asked him to even bring Sukuna out in the first place.
“Aw, are you going to cry and pout now?” He asked mocking you.
“No...”
“Good, I only like to see you cry when you’re sucking my dick or you’re so overstimulated you can’t even talk. Speaking of which...”
He dug his nails into your shoulder and moved you from your position so he could take it himself, lying down on his back. He yanked his pants down, exposing two long, thick cocks which throbbed and leaked with pre-cum pearling at the tip, they were bigger than you’ve ever seen. Before he instructed you, you kneeled between his legs titling your head to take one cock, grasping the base of the top dick that felt warm, hot and heavy in your palm as you stared down at angry tip. 
“I don’t have all day.” He bit the words out.
Opening your mouth, you swallowed him while hollowing your cheeks. Already fed up with your pace, Sukuna grabbed both sides of your head and bobbed your mouth up and down his cock at his own leisure. It was fast and brutal; you’re pretty sure your throat was going to be bruised tomorrow. You wrapped your hand around his other cock, jerking it off in order to keep him appeased.
He hissed your name, feeling your throat close around him. Looking down, he saw you crying, which only egged him on more so he thrust his hips upward, meeting your mouth. He moaned heavily before releasing thick ribbons of cum in your mouth. 
“Keep my cum in your mouth. I’m going to fuck you until I cum again, then you can swallow it., Do you understand me?” He pulled your head up. The sight of your cheeks bloated with his cum dribbling from the corners of your mouth, and your eyes wet from the tears had his cocks hard again.
He laid you down again with both legs thrown over his shoulder, keeping them spread as wide as he could get them pressed to your chest putting your cunt on display for his sick and twisted pleasure, he pressed against your pussy and the tight hole below with slow strokes up and down, rubbing the heads against both of them and watching them flutter. He leaned into land a glob of spit, watching it roll down as he slowly inched in, stuffing you deep and full. 
A low moan escaped his mouth, but you struggled, trying not to swallow his load which began to gurgle when he picked up the pace, fucking you the hardest you’ve ever been fucked. His hands stayed on your breasts throughout it all, pulling you into each thrust.
He placed his mouths on his palms and wherever he could sprout them all over your neck and shoulders and chest, leaving deep bruises so everyone could see that he left his mark. You tried to moan around the cum in your mouth but you couldn’t,  so you only hoped he would cum soon.
The sound and smell of heavy sex permeated the room while the bed creaked below you both. 
“Fuck!” Sukuna growled deeply, feeling you cream on his cock, the thin flesh between his dicks rubbed against each other, making his balls tighten. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head when he stopped and pulled you closer to him pumping you so full of hot cum that he watched it drip out for a few seconds before he scooped it up. 
He spread it all over the soft lips of your cunt and thighs before sliding his fingers covered in the sticky substance back inside you with a grin, covering and making sure you were stuffed and covered with his seed. Once he came, you swallowed and gasped for air, chest heavily erratically as you caught your breath.
As soon as Sukuna came, Yuuji regained control shaking his head and blinking a few times as he looked down at you, covered in cum, sweat, blood, tears, and bite marks with shaky legs. 
“Are you okay?” He asked sweetly cupping your cheek and looking over your bruised body. 
“Y-yes, I’m going to get in the s-shower.” You whispered unable to look at him in the eyes, there was guilt that nipped at your heels knowing you wanted to do this again. 
Yuuji helped you stand on jelly legs and walked you to the shower where he joined you and made sure to take his time to clean you up the best he could cursing himself for letting Sukuna have control over him, and it made him wonder a bit if you liked his other side more than him. 
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dabeezkees · 4 months
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Ryomen Sukuna is just too much for you to handle.
second fic ever my friend @flowers801 helped me hehe :3
cw: dubcon
"How did I even get here?" you mumble to yourself, trying to take in your surroundings. The last thing you remember before waking up in this dark, unknown place was fighting a few cursed spirits. You don't have much time to process what's going on before you realize a man is standing in the doorway, staring at you intently. "Who are you, and why am I here?" you ask in a shaky voice as you lean back against the bed frame, trying to create even more distance between you two. He grins as he steps forward. "Ryomen, Ryomen Sukuna." Sukuna..? There is no sorcerer who doesn't know that name.
He notices how puzzled you look and thinks it would be fun to tease you a bit. While in your own thoughts, he's already managed to make his way to the bed you're sitting on, practically hovering over you. "I brought you here because you were on the verge of death." He pauses for a moment, trying to savor the horrified look on your face. "I thought that you would make a nice plaything," he says, shooting you an evil grin while one of his many hands slowly trails down your body.
immediately grabbing the sheets covering yourself as you flinch away from his grasp. He laughs maliciously at your pathetic attempt at escaping his touch. It just makes him want you even more. “Where's my thank you?” He says in a teasing tone. “For what?” you mumble, still afraid of him “For saving you, you fucking brat." He says in a tone that leaves no question of his authority. You flinch once more at his tone, a quiet “Thank you” leaving your lips. “For?” he says, egging you on. You blush with an embarrassed look on your face. “For saving me…” he glares at you with his piercing red eyes. “Who saved you?” You try to turn your face away so as not to meet his menacing gaze, but he grabs your chin with his toned hand and forces you to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me, silly girl.” 
Being forced to meet his gaze, you stare into his eyes and say, “Thank you for saving me..Sukuna.” He has a wicked smile on his face, as he says. “That's Lord Sukuna to you.” you roll your eyes “Thank you, Lord Sukuna.” you say in an annoyed tone. His smile fades as soon as he hears your tone. “So fucking ungreatful.” he says, pinning you with two of his arms to his bed. “What gives you the right to have such an attitude towards your savior, hmm?” he whispers into your ear while his extra hands lightly grope over your body. You softly moan when he pinches your nipples. You quickly force your hand over your mouth to stop your own noises. “Nope..I want to hear all the pretty moans you make for me.” 
He rips your hand from your mouth using one arm and then grabs your other arm and pins them above your head. His other two arms continue to grope your body even rougher than before. You try to stop your moans refusing to give in to him, but this just makes him even more upset. “You fucking brat.” he says, gritting his teeth before roughly biting your neck. You can't stop the loud cry that leaves your mouth. His teeth are razor sharp, biting hard enough to break skin. “Sukuna enough, please.” you beg. “Only good girls get rewarded. I told you to call me Lord Sukuna.” He groans, Stuffing his thigh between your legs, you begin to grind your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh. You can feel him flexing and unflexing his muscles.  
You hate to admit it, but being this intimate with Sukuna only leaves you craving more of him. You begin to quickly rut your hips into his thigh, but it simply isn't enough you need him inside you. He looked intently at you, his face a little flushed. “You want more?” You nod your head quickly. "Well, only good girls get my cocks, so you’ll have to fuck yourself on me.” Tears form in your eyes. “Please don't make me. I can't," he smiles devilishly "Well, that's too fucking bad.” He flips you on top of him, still somehow having complete control over you even though he's under you. He opens his robe, and for the first time tonight you see his massive cocks on full display. 
Your mouth hangs open, and he laughs egotistically. “Think you can handle them?” he asks with a devious smirk. You shake your head. No, there's absolutely no way you could handle one of his massive cocks, let alone two. He grabs your jaw once more. He's so close to your face that you can feel his breath against your lips. “Use your words, brat.” you whimper "I can’t take them, L-Lord Sukuna.” Your already red face burns even brighter. “You can and you will.” He simply responds, not caring for your excuses. “You just have to make them fit.” A massive smile flashes across his face. Two of his arms lift up and rest themselves behind his head. Feigning relaxation, but his leaking cocks say otherwise. 
You begin to try and sink down on him, your stomach tightening as you try and take in one of his cocks “You have to loosen up for me, brat.” You shake your head no, leading him to frown and say, “Speak.” with two of his hands on your hips, grinding you back and forth on the little amount of his dick that you’ve taken in. You let out a yelp before you forced yourself to speak, as tears fell from your eyes. “But they won’t fit, Lord Sukuna-“ he cut you off before thrusting both dicks completely into your holes. “I’ll just have to make them fit since you’re so fucking useless." You scream, never having felt so full in your entire life. Your back arches, feeling like he just tore you in half with his cocks. The feeling leaves your head spinning.  
Suddenly feeling something warm rub against your already sopping wet folds, you look down, seeing a gaping mouth on his stomach with a tongue starting to lick your sensitive clit."I haven't even raised a finger and you're soaking wet for me, what a little slut you are.” he says teasingly. You begin to grind against the oversized tongue while starting to bounce up and down on his huge cocks, moving slowly trying to get accustomed to his inhuman size. His tongue begins to lap up both of your juices that are leaking out of you. “You taste so sweet for a whore.” You hear him speaking, not registering his words, as you bounce up and down on his thick cocks. 
You start to clench around his cocks. “You better not be thinking about cumming without permission.” he says in a cruel tone as he smacks your ass so hard that it stings. “C-Can I cum Lord Sukuna.” you say in a pleading tone. “Beg for it you stupid slut.” he demands "Please, Lord S-Sukuna Let me cum i wanna be a good girl for you.” you beg him, tears flowing freely from your eyes. “No. Only good girls get to cum, if you cum I’ll punish you.” He flips you over and begins to relentlessly fuck your abused pussy. You feel his cocks twiching inside you, a telltale sign he's about to cum. You squirm in his grasp. A mixture of moans, ‘Please’ and his name leave your mouth like a prayer before he sloppily thrusts into you once, then twice more before he cums deep inside both of your holes filling you to the brim. you could almost cum from the feeling of him filling you up but you wouldn't dare disobey his order in fear of whatever punishment he could conjure up so you hold it in. “Maybe next time you'll get to cum.” he says as he pulls his softening cocks out of your ruined holes, cum seeping down your legs. He chuckles once more before he walks away to go take a shower, leaving you alone on his bed. 
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xxnghtclls · 20 days
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I think he needs glasses soon!
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m0ch1nut · 1 year
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𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱; 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺-𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 
𝘤𝘸: 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌
𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮; 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘵. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳.
“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...” 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦; 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.  
“𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵.” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵; 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘐𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.
𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.
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crimsonbubble · 2 years
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cw. nsfw, afab!reader, true form sukuna supremacy, size kink, hand mouths, oral (fem receiving), fingering, breast/nipple play *not proofread, just pure horny
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can't stop thinking of true form sukuna taking advantage of his four arms and ability to manifest mouths anywhere.
one hand is over your mouth, a warm and slimy tongue entangling itself with yours. saliva pooling in your mouth and dripping down your chin and neck. there's two more hands groping and squeezing your boobs, licking and sucking your puffy nipples. his teeth gently tug at the sensitive bud, relishing in your muffled whimpers.
his final hand is roughly curling his fingers against your button, a mouth on the heel of his palm to lick and suck over your throbbing clit. he presses against the button within your spongey walls with each movement, your back arching off his chest.
peeling his hand away from your mouth a string of saliva keeps your connected. "such a messy little thing, aren't you?" your mouth hands open, continuous moans falling from your slicked open lips. "can you hear how much of a mess you've made, little one?" sukuna presses his thumb against your tongue and tilts your head down. your eyes can linger on how his fingers move in and out of your sopping cunt.
the constant wet squelch of your drooling pussy getting fingers by sukuna has the flame in your stomach going wild. you can practically hear the smirk on his face as he purposely goes faster, eliciting more wet noises from your wet heat. sukuna let's out a deep grumbled laugh as he fed off your desires.
"I wonder if you'd look just as pretty when I stuff my cock in you.."
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Secret Roommate (Chapter 1)
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Paring: TF Sukuna x Female reader
Summary: You're a retired jujutsu sorcerer, trying your best to live a normal life again until a frightening being pays you a visit...a 'visit' that turns into your daily life.
Warnings: Nsfw! Smut, Fingering, double penetration, mentions of death, blood, roughness, orgasms, unprotected sex, nipple play. MDNI
Word count:4k
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You first started working as a jujutsu sorcerer from the heavy inspiration your grandparents gave off to you. Naturally, life became more difficult with seeing death and countless horrific sites. Trying to go on and pursue your career as a sorcerer eventually became too overwhelming for you. Life at Jujutsu high did have its fair share of fun and memorable moments, but none of those seemed to be enough. You first started considering quitting many months before you actually did.
There was only one thing that kept your quitting on hold for so long. But that doesn't matter now, right? It was only foolish to think of. So, you took sides with a coworker you had met there, Nanami, and left. That was over a year ago now. But thankfully you still keep in touch with the friends you made there. Yuuji, Nobara, Gojo, and a few others. They're not people you would want to let go of and just abandon, they really meant something to you.
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You were so preoccupied with your work to just now notice it's time to clock out when you saw everyone leaving the building. You felt so glad the day was finally over. You grabbed your keys and jacket and began to head outside. Then that's when you hear that same familiar cheerful voice coming from out the corner of the building. The usual spot he walks out from.
"Heyy, Y/n!"
You look over to your left with a smile on your face. His cheerfulness always seemed to be the light of your day.
"Hey Yuuji!"
The pink headed boy walked up to you with a toothy grin. "How was work?"
Awful. You thought. You considered telling him about your day but quickly shoved those thoughts out. You would never want to make him worry about your problems. "Just the usual." you responded.
"Soooo? How about sushi for tonight? Only Kugisaki and Megumi is gonna come with though." His smile faded. "Maki got injured during a fight. Don't worry it's not serious...but she's not exactly in perfect condition. She should recover in about a week though."
Your soft smile turned into a slight frown. "Oh...well at least it's not that serious like you said."
That's when you were reminded of the very day that made you quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. People you care about being hurt. Though Luckily this time it wasn't death.
"I'm sorry Yuu but I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm pretty tired." You felt bad for backing out when Maki wasn't coming either, but today just made you want to go straight to your bed and forget.
An exaggerated frown stretched his face. "Awwww what? I drove here and everything!"
You gave him a reassuring smile. "I'll come tomorrow though, I promise."
He looked back you with an annoyed expression. "Fine I guess I'll just deal with drunk Nobara on my own then."
"I thought you said Megumi was coming though?"
He crossed his arms. "You know he doesn't deal with drunk people very well."
"Oh right. Sorry Yuuji." You shrugged.
He groaned.
But he let it go and gave a soft smile and began to turn his body away. I'll get going then. But you better not break that promise!"
"Goodnight y/n!"
You chuckled. "I won't! Goodnight."
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It was 10:30 pm and you had just got into your apartment building, slowly walking through the hall till you reached your door, so eager to get the warm and soft comforting feeling of your bed. You're exhausted, tossing your keys over to the kitchen counter, and yawning non-stop. Today had been so draining. Your boss yelled at you for such minor mistakes and threatened to fire you if he doesn't see improvement. You already work so hard at your job and just to hear that bullshit made you want to go off at him finally giving him a piece of your mind, but of course for your financial sake, you didn't.
All you can think about is how shitty your work life is. It bothers you that you can't even come home without something from work pissing you off. But you try to calm down and get ready for bed anyways. You walk into your room and change into a simple tank top and shorts. Just as you finish throwing it on yourself, you hear an alarmingly loud door slam open, making you gasp loudly. You cover your mouth in shock whilst trying to figure out what it was. But then you realized…you recognized the sound.
The balcony.
You try to think logically as to what could have possibly caused it. Was it the wind? Some kind of animal? Frantically looking around your room to try to find anything that could be used as a weapon, all you found was just some small flashlight on the nightstand. Seeing as it was your only option, you quickly snatched it and started walking towards your door. Surely it can't be a person, right? If it was some robber you would've at least heard them go through the front door first. Maybe it really was just the wind, nothing else would make sense, right?
All these thoughts were running through your head, trying to calm you down, but failed miserably and only made you even more anxious. With a few more moments of debating on what to do, you eventually reason with yourself, telling yourself it couldn't be anything more than some stupid misunderstanding.
Foolishly, you begin to open your door and slowly walk down the narrow hallway, trying to keep the flashlight from falling out of your profusely shaky hands. Finally making it to the end of the hall.
"H-hello?"
You felt an immense wave of relief from hearing no response, but that quickly got shot down when whip your head around to see the balcony door slid wide open. The lock had been completely broken off and was lying on the floor. You could feel light gusts of wind drifting upon your pale, trembling figure. Only mere seconds had passed until you felt something sharp slowly scraping your exposed shoulder. You stood frozen as you began to realize the fact that there was a hand placed on you.
Large,
thick,
and with sharp black nails.
"Looking for me?" A deep, gruff intimidating voice asked.
You slowly turned your head upwards to see a huge, frightening, muscular man-wait, man? This was no regular man-or human for that matter. He had four eyes as well as four arms that each had black markings, markings that were on his chest, torso, and face. As your finally eyes met his vicious crimson ones, he grinned at you as he watched your little horrified face. Is this real? Is he really behind you right now?
You couldn't just keep standing here forever. You need to fight back. You need to do something. You finally snap out of your frightened gaze and quickly struggle out of his hold and-without any thought- try to strike him with your flashlight. It was a pathetic attempt and you knew it, but it was the only thing you could think of. You think it might be a success until he catches it before it can hit him. He squints his eyes in annoyance. The light was hitting directly on them.
"Ugh! How irritating." He snarls, before pressing his thumb on the flashlight's lens and breaking through it. He continues digging into the glass until it shut off like it was nothing. Then, everything turned dark. The glass of the lens shatters to pieces and starts to crumble onto the floor. He destroyed it in only a matter of seconds.
You started to panic when you realized you couldn't see him anymore. It was pitch black. You immediately started to move backwards, trying to get as further away from the monster as much as you can. You were shaking so much more than you already were. The beating of your heart felt so loud, like he could even hear it.
When your back hit the wall, you just stood there. You felt so defenseless. Like this was it.
But you just stood there.
And stood there.
Nothing was happening. What is happening? Then that's when you heard a loud, deep sigh. All of the sudden, the kitchen light turned on.
And that's when you saw him. The light had revealed a huge frightening cursed spirit, standing at his staggering height.
Ryomen Sukuna.
"Relax. Let's just chat for a bit."
You didn't know what to say. You scanned your eyes on him. He was holding his spear in his upper right hand. There was red stained on the tip. Blood. He looked almost angry as if he just came here to calm down. But why was there blood on his spear?-Or a better question; Who's is it?
You had remembered him back at jujutsu high. Sukuna had been accepted and trusted to help sorcerers with important missions. In the beginning, there were suspicions and accusations. Of course, Gojo still had his eye on him, but Sukuna's help was much too impactful to ignore. He even saved Yuuji at some point. Even that was enough to gain your trust. Not many people including you had got any actual details as to why they let him stay there, but there were rumors of a pact. A deal. He did his part and helped kill other curses. Though you remember what he was like. An asshole that would always tease you or make fun of how you fought other cursed spirits. He always helped weaker sorcerers with missions. The higher-ups even gave him his own room.
So why? Why is he here right now? Why the hell is he in your apartment with a bloody spear in his hand? You haven't seen him in so long you thought he would be out of your life now.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" You yelled.
He raised an eyebrow, he was confused as to why you sounded like you knew him. He focused his eyes on you. Then a look of a mix of shock and amusement struck his face.
"Y/n?"
He paused for a moment. "Ahh I knew that voice sounded familiar." he chuckled. "What a small world ey?"
You stood quiet.
"And here I thought I'd never see you again. Well, this should be easy to explain now. I'm sure you'll understand." He said while spreading a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Just...why are you here? What do you want?" This whole situation caught you so off guard you didn't know what to think. Shouldn't he be at jujutsu tech?
"And...is that blood?" You hesitantly asked.
He peered over at the tip of the spear before glaring back at you. "Oh, that's right. I just got into a little... disagreement with someone. No need to worry your pretty little head over it."
"Did you kill them?" You asked, anxious to hear his response, praying that it wasn't true.
"Relax, they aren't people you care about." Soon after he said that he started slowly walking towards you. Your heart began racing, you started backing up.
"They!?" You yelled with all the little braveness you had left in you.
He was getting closer.
"What the hells has gotten into you? Why are you here? Who did you kill!? Wh-" Your bundle of panically thrown-out questions came to a stop there was a sudden clank sound. He lightly tossed his spear against one of the kitchen counters.
"I need to stay here." He said as he glared down at your small figure.
"W-what?" You choked out. His abrupt claim caught you off guard. His voice sounded more quiet and soft. You were too caught up in panicking to even notice he was even closer to you than before.
"I was banned from jujutsu tech. Only because of a small 'incident'. Bastards didn't have any regard for all the help I've done." Banned? You thought. Incident? Just what the hell happened? Why are you just finding out now?-"Said if they see me killing anyone again they'd hunt me down and try to execute me. I'm sick of them. All their shitty morals." He began to run his large hand in between his pink hair. As if his head was hurting just thinking about it.
"I was simply looking for somewhere to stay the night." He continued. "Was just gonna get rid of the owner if they were gonna be a pain in the ass."
A menacing grin plastered his face. "But I see the situation has changed. I won't have to do that now. Surely no doll like you would ever be worth just getting rid of."
"What!?- No! You can't stay here-" You started protesting until you were suddenly cut off when he took a step forward, menacingly.
"I wasn't exactly planning on asking them for permission." He was even closer to you now. His tall, broad muscular body was completely towering over you. You could almost feel the heat of his intense stare on you. Even though part of you felt still felt utterly terrified, the other part felt glad that this was the only thing he wanted. But the problem still stands, you were loyal to the laws of jujutsu. You still respected it.
You kept your head down, too scared to look him in. The eye.
"I can't." You uncontrollably muttered.
"What's that?" "I can't!" You finally gained the courage to look up at his face. Your eyes finally met his. "Under jujutsu regulations, this is forbidden! I'm not just gonna let you stay here just so you ca-"
You were about to push him away until you were cut off when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. He roughly placed one of his large hands on your cheek, while slowly rubbing your jawline with his thumb. His other hand roughly grabbed your wrist and held it. He kept going forward, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. His tongue was fervently moving deeper and deeper into your mouth. It was warm. The grip he had on you had completely riveted you.
You let out whimpers, moans, all too engrossed in the kiss to do anything but whine. His lips finally parted after what seemed like forever. His deep voice fell quieter. "I knew you always wanted this." There was a slick string of saliva parting from your mouth to his. "Maybe this oughta change your mind, yeah?" You gasped when you felt your shorts being quickly torn apart. You could see shreds of it falling onto the floor. Your face began to feel as if it was on fire as you squirmed at the sudden roughness prodding at your clothed cunt. Your panties being the only thing left. He moved your panties aside and was feeling every part of you. He spread your folds and rubbed your clit. You flinched when you felt him push his finger in. He started to curl his finger, causing an involuntary moan to come out of you. You were about to say something when he yet again pressed his surprisingly soft lips against yours. As if he did it to shut you up.
You were too enraptured by the stimulation and the kiss to even realize your feet are now off the ground. Your legs are being held around his waist by his lower arms. Everything was happening so fast. So impatiently. Your vision felt foggy. You could only see glimpses of his spear, then the hallway, and now your bedroom walls. The only source of light was the kitchen light barely shining through the hallway to your room. You hitched your breath when you were roughly thrown onto your own bed. He paused to fully capture your lying figure. His dark red vermillion eyes were staring down at you so intently.
You thought back to when he said he knew you wanted this. Was it really true? You've never felt so aroused like this in your life. You knew deep down you weren't going to argue, or resist. Why? Why is this happening? Why aren't you saying something? Why are you...allowing it?
You just watched as he took his-what seemed to be some kind of robe- off and let it fall to the ground. Your eyes trailed his body, then down. You could feel every muscle in your body tighten as you lay your eyes on two massive dicks. Two. Two!? Sukuna watched your terrified expression with amusement. He knew that face was coming.
You couldn't help but squirm at his intimidating sensation. Both of his red tips were leaking with precum and were slowly rubbing against your leaking cunt. He gripped his large hands on your waist and began to tear your panties. You whined when his tips were now really touching you. Feeling your folds, your clit, all of you.
"W-wait...I can't! Th-they won't fit!" Your voice was embarrassingly shaky. You couldn't help it. No matter how hard you tried.
"No need to worry doll. You have two holes for a reason don't you?" He coaxed with a grin.
Your eyes widened. You had never thought of having any kind of anal sex before. Just thinking about you being stuffed in both holes was extremely overwhelming. But he didn't care. His crimson eyes observed your emotions. He saw that look of fear in your eyes but showed no signs of any prudentness. Both of his red tips were now prodding both holes. He imagined the sounds that he was about to make come out of your pretty mouth. Your face when your so fucked dumb you won't even be able to speak. Your pussy filled with his cum. All your reactions up until now have done nothing but fuel him.
Suddenly, he roughly pinned you down by your wrists. The violent grip of his large hands could make you feel the blood rushing to your hand. Another arm took a hold of your hip, steadying your position.
You didn't even get the chance to think when he thrusted both of his cocks into you. Your mind went completely blank. You were being split in two in a matter of seconds. You could only let out a loud moan in a mix of slight pleasure and pain. He drove both of his cocks so deep you could almost see the fucking bulge in your stomach. You could feel every vein grazing your velvety walls. He slowly withdrew his hips, letting you know what you're gonna have to adjust to. He was teasing you with his tips rubbing against your cunt and ass for a moment. Just for him to ram back into you, causing you to jolt at the violent intrusion. His thrusts are so harsh, so unforgiving. Your eyes instantly closed shut, and your mouth hung wide when his dick shoved against your g-spot. His dick twitched inside you from hearing the screams of your voice.
And here you are, being fucked by the King of Curses in your own bed. The very bed you had yearned for and thought you were going to get peaceful sleep in. But now this is replacing that. There's no peace. And there's sure as hell no rest. He began to trail one of his tatted hands up from your chest to your neck. You felt a sudden wetness slathering you. A tongue. He formed a mouth on his hand and was sucking on your neck. You winced when he started to slowly dig the teeth into your sensitive flesh. Leaving his dominant marks. After finishing with your neck, he trailed your body. Your breasts, stomach, waist, and thighs. Leaving light bruises, marking your body as his.
You dug your nails into your palm as his tips were hitting so deep into you. His cock was smushing your g-spot over and over again. He loved how tight you felt. He loved the squeeze on his cocks as your juices coats them.
You reached your arms out and gripped onto his thick forearms for dear life. The little pain you felt from his teeth was nothing compared to your ass. Your rectum felt like it was on fire. The pain wasn't anything like you had imagined it would be like. He knew.
Sukuna leaned down to your face and reached out his arm to your ear. He began gently putting your hair behind your ear before bringing his lips to it. "The pain won't last too long darling, I promise." You could feel the warm abrade of his breath tingle throughout your ear. You clench at his words, earning a deep grunt from him.
"Fuck, you're so damn tight. I'll just loosen you up for you then."
His thrusts were filled with pure belligerence. His rapid pace knocked every breath you had left in you. You gasped when you could feel your nipples harden from being exposed. You were too deep in arousal to notice he carelessly ripped your top off. You feel such sharp jolts shooting through your body. The feeling of pain mixed with pleasure made your head go numb. He grunted at the feeling of both your pussy and ass deliciously squeezing around him. Both girths filled you so well.
Your sense of reality felt destroyed. There was only one thing on your mind. Sukuna. Sukuna Sukuna Sukuna. Then you finally said it.
"Mmm...p-please, don't stop!"
After the pain began to fade, you realized something. You felt so satisfied. Not just physically wise, but mentally. Like this is what was missing. This is why you almost stayed at jujutsu tech. This is why you could never stop thinking about him. This is why you always had that undying regret of leaving.
His face paused for a moment. Then came out a deep chuckle. "I won't."
He finally freed your wrist from his cruel grasp and caressed your breast. Squeezing your soft flesh so hard yet gentle. His finger found itself on your sensitive bud. Rubbing and kneading it, adding even more stimulation to your body. He twisted your nipple, causing you to let out whines. He again formed a mouth on his palm and sucked your breast. The moist tongue licked and wet your chest.
He was right. You did always want this. You have always wanted him.
He continued with his relentless pace except this time there were no screams from you or any excruciating pain. It was sheer pleasure and you loved it. You loved his cocks filling you so full you can't even remember your own name. Your juices were leaking out of you and completely soaking him. Every stretch sent a shot of pleasure through your body. "You take me so well don't you? Gonna make you mine." You didn't know what he meant by that, you could just barely comprehend his sentence. Your only response was more moans and whimpers.
This went on for what felt like hours. You were being so fucked dumb you had lost track of time.
His pants grew louder, and so did yours. He let out a loud, deep groan. Your lecherous scream filled the room as he filled you with his warm cum. "Fuuuck~" His sonorous voice came out in a breathless tone. He stuffed you so full it was leaking out of you. Your limp body was left panting. Your chest rises up and down non-stop.
He leaned his weight against you, bringing his mouth to your ear and started nipping your earlobe. Slowly sliding his milked cocks in and out of you.
"You don't mind me staying now, do you?"
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tsukiyohanayome · 2 years
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True Form Sukuna x me y/n im a horny mf so no proof read no plot smut with the king, english is not my first lang but i did my best, also my first het smut that i ever publish so degrade me only a little, yadda yadda yadda cws: size kink ig, slight bondage?? two cocks obv, overstim? idk im bad at those
anyway 18+ so minors DNI or i'll haunt your dreams
"Such a good little pet for me..." Sukuna smirked, your blindfolded figure hovering over one of his heavy cocks, for what feels like an eternity. Hands tied behind your back, legs shaking, almost giving in, to fall into the lap of the massive curse beneath you. But you can't, not until he lets you. He reaches two of his arms to trace patterns on your back and sides - the other two travel up your stomach as a tongue appears on his palm while he cups one of your breasts. The fourth hand reaches your neck, fingers wrapping around and squeezing. 
Suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes firm and you hear him chuckle darkly as the hand giving your nipple a good treatment leaves its spot, exposing wet tissue to the cold air, making you shiver. His tummy tongue hovers over your clit and then gives it a long lick. And another. Then another. It feels incredible and as you feel your orgasm building up, you're ready to come just from his tongue, he stops everything and you whine as the orgasm fades away. 
You can't see that, but he grabs his cock and lowers your body ever so slightly, only to slide the tip along your hot entrance a couple of agonizingly slow times and the emptiness inside you almost hurts. He is so huge. 
"Feel that pet?" he whispers as you desperately try to move your hips down, to get more friction, to feel more of his cock, to get the sweet release he took away from you. But he is much stronger, so you don't even budge. "If you want more, you will need to ask." 
"Please..." You whisper, then gasp loud as he slides his cock against you again.
"Please what, little one?"
He is playing you. Toying with you, like you are his doll. And of course, you are. He loves those little games when he makes you go out of your everyday comfort zone and give in to your desires, expressing them. And you have to admit you like that too. 
"Please, I want you inside me..." You bite your lip, still a little embarrassed. And that does it for him. He could have toyed with you more, make you beg, but the way you bite your lips drives him wild. 
He lowers you just a bit more and you can feel his tip stretch your folds. He is so huge. Your mind gets fuzzy in anticipation. Then in one swift motion, he lowers you again, fully sheathing himself inside you and you moan from the sudden feeling of being finally full. He lifts you, pulling out almost fully, leaving only the tip inside and then he thrusts his hips up, catching on every sweet spot inside you. 
His hand leaves your neck to take the blindfold off and then untie your hands while he is rocking your body against him slowly, up and down, back and forward. You can see now, his eyes fixed on you, dilated pupils filled with primal desires. You grab his wrists that hold your waist, trying to move, trying to change the pace but he only smiles wickedly.
"So impatient..." He tuts, smacking your ass, causing you to whimper and starts thrusting into you at a fast pace, letting out a low growl. Your hands let go of his wrists at a sudden sensation building up in your stomach and you don't know what to do with them. You put them on his abs, caressing, reach back to hold onto his thighs, in your hair, palming your breasts, but nothing feels quite like it should. Sukuna notices your struggles and grabs both of your hands in his large ones. Fingers intertwined. Such an intimate move. 
He then slows down a little, watching you getting close again. You can feel every inch of him inside you. Every vein of his cock. The slow pace was too much, you start squeezing around him, your eyes fixated on each other as Sukuna is savoring the moment before his tummy tongue touches your clit again. 
"Cum for me." His voice raspy. Even if he didn't tell you to, the pace, the treatment from his tongue and the lewd noises it made and his look, that carnal look had you creaming around his cock now, shaking uncontrollably from the wave of pleasure. Your body fell limp onto him, mind blank. 
He nibbled on your neck, caressing your hips, letting you catch your breath.
"Good girl." He whispers, grabbing your hips firmly with a sly smile, "But I'm not done with you yet."
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hornyhermitry · 8 months
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Eat Me, Drink Me
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Word Count: ca. 5,000 Sukuna x Reader, True Form Sukuna x Reader
Rating: NSFW, 18+
Warning: dark, explicit, gory, filthy, violence, power dynamics, horror, porn without plot, consensual near death sexperience, monsterfucking, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, blood, blood as lube, sukuna in chains, drinking blood, its a lot of gory fucking but its hot, in case anyone is wondering what it's like to die on his dick - this hopefully comes close // I was invited to a beheading today I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame A rush of panic and the lock has been raped This is only a game, this is only a game I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare Eat me, drink me, this is only a game - Marilyn Manson - Eat me, Drink Me // Eat Me, Drink Me - Sukuna x Reader
Sukuna found himself in the middle of a dimly lit space, sitting on an old-fashioned wooden chair, his wrists and ankles chained to the ground. The air was hot and muggy and when he scanned the area, the ancient curse noticed candle-lit walls with all sorts of rusty chains attached and others dangling from the ceiling.
You closed the distance between you and him and put both your hands on his thighs, absentmindedly straightening his loose-fitting robe’s wrinkles with your thumbs. You leaned over him and whispered an “I’m glad you’re here.” into his ear that he met with a confident laugh and forcefully yanked at the chains, expecting them to break free so he could snap your neck in an instant.
The metal pieces rattled and bit into his flesh. Sukuna’s laugh died in his throat and he stared at you - a lowly human turned into his captor - in disbelief.
He pulled at the chains again using more strength, expecting them to rip any second, but nothing happened. The chains withstood his attempts at breaking free. Not even with cursed energy did their links budge.
“How are you...?”
You let go of his thighs. You let your thumb trace along the ink lining his jaw and confidently smiled back at his glowing red eyes.
“This is my domain, King of Curses. You have no power here.” The expression on Sukuna’s face changed into a bored dismissal.
“Isn’t this torture chamber set up a bit outdated? What are you, from the 1100s?”
He rattled his chains again for effect, not expecting much to happen this time but using the distraction to take a closer look at his surroundings and the nature of your domain.
You moved your thumb up from his jawline, carefully tracing his lips, and lingered there while you studied his eyes.
“You need to clear your mind if you want out.”
Sukuna met your gaze and after a long moment of silent contemplation and gauging your intentions, he placidly licked your thumb, the bored expression not leaving his face.
While your eyes were locked as he did so, your hardening nipples did not escape his second pair of eyes. His casual voice matched the lack of a smile on his face.
“Leave or you will die today.”
A tired half-smirk and you pulled away, walked around the chair and stopped behind his back. One hand was now resting on his right shoulder. He could hear the other hand shuffling something. On the back of your hand he could see a gloating demonic face inked into your skin, laughing at him. A snake and hieroglyphics from the book of the dead were winding around the arm out of sight. Mustering it, he mused that it was possibly connected to you curse technique. Or maybe you were just really into death. Something stirred in him.
After some clattering sounds that could have been from shaking small objects in a container behind him, he felt your breath on his neck.
“As long as you desire, be it my death or something less sinister, you will be chained here.”
There was another sound he couldn’t quite identify and then he heard you sharply inhale. Your body winced, in what he assumed to be sudden pain, behind him. Your attempt to prolong your technique backfiring did not escape his attention.
Relaxing his shoulders into your grip and leaning back into the chair, the King of Curses closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring up for show. “You’re bluffing. Your technique is not tied to desire. I can smell your fear.”
Your left hand grabbed him by his scalp and pulled his head back so you could observe the arch of his muscular neck while your right hand slid around it and pushed down the collar of his robe to reveal his defined collarbone.
“I can smell you’re rotten inside out.”
Sukuna smiled patiently, eyes closed. “I can also... smell your excitement." He leaned his neck back against your arm snaking around him. "Back in the day, women would run from me, terrified. Terrified I'd tear their flesh and bones off and feed on them alive and screaming. What strange times I’ve incarnated in.” He audibly inhaled and after a few seconds scrunched his nose in disgust. “You’re in heat.”
He pulled at his chains again. The constraints did not give in, but he felt you were briefly startled before you tightened your grip on his scalp.
“Stop it. I told you you won’t be able to free yourself.”
Your eyes were relishing the sight of his exposed neck, but when the curse opened all of his four eyes with a wide open-mouthed grin and looked up at you, his captor, he saw a flicker of doubt on your face. You noticed that he noticed and just as he sensed your heart skipping a beat, you landed a hard slap on his face.
A wolfish grin exposing sharp fangs split his face from ear to ear and his eyes widened in malicious anticipation.
“Your name, suicidal fool. I want to know who I’m carving up tonight.”
You forcefully pushed his head away from you and down onto his chest before stepping away from him.
Once again, he could hear something metallic whir in the air and then heard you catch it with your hands. Pain shot through your body when your ankle snapped as your curse technique failed and your breath turned heavy. Your gambling spell had backfired. Your heart rate increased and your growing fear permeated his nostrils. Sukuna had heard your bones crack.
When you came back into his view and stood in front of him, tucking a brazen coin into your pocket, he noticed the change in your posture. You were doing your best to hide it, but your left foot was visibly injured.
“Alright, we’re gonna have to speed this up a bit.” was what you threw at him with a lopsided half-apologetic sneer before ripping his robe open, exposing his marked and well-toned body. Your hands made quick work of your own belt and pants, with the latter awkwardly hanging around the calves as you pushed the knee of the injured leg on the little seating surface between Sukuna’s unabashedly spread legs. He was still held in place by tight chains - but for how much longer would he be? After steadying yourself on one leg by briefly holding on to his shoulders, you pulled your shirt over your head and revealed bold black ink spanning from your sternum to your belly button while your knee gently pressed against his crotch.
A minute ago, Sukuna had wondered how you pathetic mortal could ever so arrogantly assume you would get what you wanted from him, but that perfectly centered ink spread over your torso practically invited him to cut your flesh open right there and pleasure himself with your hot and wet entrails spilling out. He reconsidered your desire. The thought of wrapping your failing organs around his cock as you would watch in horror, bleeding out on him spilling his seed into your dying body, stirred up an irksome need in his groin.
When your flat hand slid along his inner thigh and over his growing dick, the feeling of his smooth, hot skin under your fingers made your breath hitch for a moment. You grabbed his wild pink mane for balance, murmuring your name into his neck.
“It's (Y/N).”
You placed your right hand between your own most sensitive spot and his and started getting to work. With your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his semi-hard on you started stroking him, closed your eyes and reveled in the sensations your strokes sent through both of you.
Sukuna’s clenched fists were firmly held in place by the now-dangerously strained chains and he smiled at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. Gaze locked with yours, he exhaled into the motions of your servicing hand, musing that this should soon be your cut open throat as your decapitated head watches in its last moments alive. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice.
“I will kill you, (Y/N).”
“Yeah. I know.” You continued in between strokes, working both of you up, heavy breathing onto his cheek.  “What I did today was really pretty damn stupid.”  You pulled his head back a bit and looked at his four eyes, let go of your grip on his dick and mounted his thighs with your right leg. With a hopelessly crooked smile, you dragged your slippery folds along his whole length and buried your face in the curve of his neck. You were absolutely lost in the foreshadow of the pleasure you were about to draw out of the monster between your burning thighs and slowly rubbed your groin against his.  “But, you know. Now that I’m in this mess, I plan to enjoy it before it's lights out.”  You hungrily licked up his neck and face, over his smaller right eyeball and pushed your lower body down until his dick filled you up completely. He could feel how your pussy was working extra shifts right now trying to accommodate him in one go. After all, you were rather tiny and he was the King of Curses.
The King of Curses stared at you in disbelief as you breathlessly chuckled—still struggling with moving on his size—that it’s a bit disappointing to see someone with 4 eyes, 4 arms and 2 faces only have one dick.
The up-until-now tightly strained chains rattled loudly towards the ground as Sukuna let his arms relax and dangle at his sides. A wide smile split his face again and he probingly moved his hips, thighs and pelvis up, testing the alleged limits of the domain technique to see if he could shove himself deeper into you, because still, your insides had not yet adjusted to his length. His firm girthy flesh not only stretched the width of your insides but also pushed against the momentarily not so far end of your tunnel and made you groan in pain.
You let go of his shoulders and straightened your back, your hands looking for purchase on his thighs and knees behind you. He watched your face closely as he pulled back an inch and then, agonizingly slow but relentless, pushed his cock against your refusing inner muscles that were screaming at him for more time to relax and adjust. Sukuna wondered whether you were leaning back to have more room to get away from his thrusts or intentionally wanted him to have a better view of how he was penetrating you. The latter was the case, but as he found out when you told him to look at how deep inside your he is, but ultimately he didn’t care.
With your hips pushed forward, your nails digging into his knees and your upper body arched back, it was easy for him to imagine one slice to your abdomen. You rode him slowly and all he wanted was to open you up and watch himself penetrate your insides. The thought made him even harder and you gasped in pain when you felt him press against your most hidden parts, preparing to slowly impale you.
When you had steadied herself and your grip on his thighs, you gradually started meeting his thrusts and glanced down at where your bodies joined, the end of your tattoo pointing down towards his crotch. It was getting easier to glide back and forth, but Sukuna made sure each thrust hit a different spot deep inside you which made you close your eyes to let the individual pangs of pain pass through.
Your breathing was strained and your face was flushed when you looked up into the eyes of the 1000 year old King buried between your legs.
As you spoke up, your tone and your expression gave away that you were equally hurting and starving from need.
“Please fuck me up good.”
Shifting your weight onto your left arm and greedily taking in the sight of his naked body—how the strong black sigils stood out against his hard and rough muscles and guided your gaze down— you started grinding yourself hard against Sukuna. The cruel deity tattooed onto the back of your right hand caught his attention again—he knew this many-armed goddess of death well. She seemingly came to life, her twitching tongue mocking him under quickly flexing tendons when you pleasured yourself with your own fingers eagerly rubbing your clit.
Time was running out and your cursed gamble would end any minute now. You were very aware of it and the urgency of getting off before the murderous demon would snap your neck spurred you on.
Maybe it would even be painless and you’d climax just the moment he’d break free. It made your head spin that you were coming apart on a centuries old omnipotent god’s lap. The thought of maybe being the only human to ever experience this sensation made your pussy clamp down hard on him and you bit your lip.
Sukuna’s wide grin faded out and changed into a more subdued and cold smirk. He had stopped thrusting into you and instead watched you work your naked self into a state of ecstasy on his dick. Your grinding turned into slamming as you audibly grew wetter and strained groans turned into desperate moans.
A whisper fell between the two of you. "If only you knew how wet your cunt will be once I have it drenched in your own blood." Your clenching paired with a needy whimper fed the hunger in Sukuna’s groin and made him involuntarily twitch deep inside of you. You were a mortal woman purposely flirting with death and if death is what you wanted, he would give it to you. No one knew how to snuff out a human like him. He didn’t even have to wait until he was free of his chains.
A sharp pain pierced your insides and you cried out. Eyes wide in shock, you searched his disdainful face for an explanation, but found none. Instead, a new bolt of pain shot through you and it was so caustic, so uncomfortably deep inside, that it made tears well up in your eyes. The icy sneer on Sukuna’s face sent shivers down your spine and a sharp wave of pain momentarily paralyzed you when you realized Sukuna’s other mouth had wandered to his dick and sunk his fangs into your cervix. You bit your lip in horror as you felt it push its tongue into it. In a knee-jerk reaction, you tried to pull away from Sukuna’s lap and ripped at your own insides in the process. You gasped in breathless pain from the feeling of his teeth tearing at your cervix and leaned against Sukuna’s chest in an attempt to calm yourself with slow, deep breaths and force down the tears. When you peeked past his shoulder you saw the chains on the walls flicker. Time was up. Suddenly you felt nauseous. The temperature dropped. The hair on your skin stood up. A moldy taste filled your mouth. Your insides tightened, driving the teeth further into them and your toes curled up. You felt a hot breath next to your right ear and fear spread in your chest. With an ill feeling of nauseating needle pricks flooding the inside of your mouth, you turned your head. Sukuna’s face was right there and you flinched at the manic expression. Half of his face was bare teeth in a distorted grin, the other half was wide open eyes, with contracted fiery red pupils fixated on you.
“Let’s have some fun, stupid.”
Sukuna’s eyes widened even further in glee as the chains fell off his wrists and ankles and he was free. Time to play with his prey.
Your ears rang with the sound of metal crashing onto stone. The noise was disorienting and you couldn’t focus your eyes. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your thighs. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your neck. Sukuna’s hands violently pulled at your hair, jerking your head to the side. The pain inside you stopped but the relief was short-lived and immediately washed away by sickness dancing in your stomach. The room spun around you and you felt dizzy. Was he lifting you up? Tossing you? The next thing you felt was blunt pain when your back crashed into something solid. Pressing your thumb and index finger against the side of your nose to bring the focus back, you looked up and wished you hadn’t.
Towering over you stood Ryomen Sukuna in his full form, the open robe hanging down his sides and four arms framing his tall, bulky stature. With one left hand he combed his hair back. One right hand was lazily tugging at his blood-dripping erection, and the other two hands were generously flexing their fingers to get rid of the tingly feeling the chains had left. His face was split into two and with all four eyes he voraciously observed the volatile jujutsu aura surrounding you in front of him. With his burning eyes locked onto you, he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, naked and bleeding, at his mercy. The short-lived domain, your injuries and that aura around you blazing like a brushfire one second and nearly dying away the other - it all fell into place for him.
“I see what you are, foolish sorceress. You can gamble with curse energy to shape reality and your technique to contain me in a fake domain somehow pulled through. Were you trying to imprison me? Lock me away? Kill me?”
With each question the pitch of his voice went lower until the final question came out as an amused growl.
You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling a few times before you replied.
“You turn me on.”
There it was again. That spark of unexpected excitement chased through Sukuna’s chest and made him snicker through his fangs.
“Your spirit intrigues me,” he said, his voice permeated by a gleeful giggle. “In that case, let’s find out how lucky you and your jujutsu are today.”
He brought his unoccupied hands into position and pressed his fingers together—two eyes open, two eyes cruelly winking at his victim.  “Domain Expansion. Malevolent Shrine”. Your surroundings sped away as he uttered the words. A sinister temple gate rose up behind him and then you were surrounded by darkness.
Comfortably seated on a giant pile of skulls stacked up in front of the temple gate, Sukuna was observing how you looked around in the dark, disoriented, and leaned back into a generous backrest made from a giant shoulder blade. His insides were tingling in anticipation of what was to come.
On the one hand, you deserved to suffer before he would kill you for the insolence of attempting to trap him. On the other hand, his lower body also craved to explore your desire for his violence. The thought of abusing you on the bones of your mortal predecessors before he would make your one more skull cementing his throne brought him joy. It had been a while since he last took his time to spill his seed into a human. Above all, a willing one and not one sacrificed to him. A small mouth appeared in the palm of his hand and licked some of the drying blood off the softening flesh between his legs. Humans could only taste the metallic note of blood, but Sukuna could taste the actual person contained in the blood. He hummed to himself and relished the taste. Guilt. Willfulness. Hunger. A disdain for life which he couldn’t quite pin down. An intoxicating flavor profile that made his blood rise. He wanted more and it was audible in his deep, sensual voice.
“If you make it to me in time, I will consume your body just the way your filthy soul craves, (Y/N).”
When his words cut through the darkness, torches lit up left and right to his throne of mortal remains and allowed you to see.
There was a notable distance between you and he was looking down on you in a way truly befitting for a King. You felt infinitely small under his smug red eyes, but also elevated and fueled by his challenge.
Just as you took a step and were about to ask about the time, you were stopped in your tracks by another wave of dizziness that hit you. Your balance was completely off and the words didn’t come. Then you felt it. Something warm was coming down your throat and your eyes widened in horror as the realization settled in. Grasping at your neck and stumbling forward with wide, painful gasps for breath, you looked up at Sukuna who licked his lips and rested his head on his right arm. “Tick, tock.”
The blood you gurgled ran down your soft breasts and he took his time enjoying the view while your eyes were racing around the room, probably in sync with your thoughts.
You were able to figure this out, you told yourself. 'Stop panicking. You have 30 safe seconds to fix this. Walk. Slowly. Ignore the dizziness. Don’t look down. Think. Your heart is beating too fast. Calm down.' You couldn't help your thoughts running wild in panick and excitement. 'He looks delicious in this light. Will he really fuck me. I want to die on him. I want his cock so deep in me I’ll throw up from it. Stop. Focus. Calm down. Just a few more steps and then climb up the skulls. Hold tight. Yes, that. Hold. Tight.'
With both hands you firmly applied pressure to your throat to slow down the blood loss. Sukuna watched as you limped forward, chest rising and falling slower than before. The blood pouring out of your slit throat trickled down your body, over your thighs and dripped into the pool of blood you were wading through. With your bloody thumb, you flipped the coin hoping to at least stop the bleeding. The horror on your face disappeared and was replaced by determination and relief. Heads. You weren't powerful enough to fully heal yourself with a reverse technique, but you successfully gambled to redirect and seal the flow of your curse energy so you could control your blood pressure just enough to avoid losing more.
The voice Sukuna spoke with was deep and evocative, resonating with a need between your legs that made your knees weak. The terrifying wave of power that hit you in the aftermath was like a bat smashing your face and knees and you collapsed onto the ground.
“Crawl on your knees, like the vermin you are.”
The impact made you splutter blood from your mouth and neck despite the protective spell and you felt lightheaded. Everything seemed a bit distanced, as if you were Sukuna watching yourself creeping towards him. For both of you it was hard to say how long it took - five seconds or 5 minutes - you were mesmerized by the unfolding events, but between subdued fits of blood coughing, you made it through the lake of blood ready to swallow you up. As you reached the edge of the piled up skulls, you proceeded to pull yourself up by the skull horns, leaving a bloody trail where you dragged yourself across the bones.
Just as your right hand grabbed the skull next to Sukuna’s right foot, a wave of disproportional euphoria washed over you and he witnessed a very strange sound emerge from your open throat. He leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, the smug smile nearly reaching from ear to ear. “Was that miserable sound a laugh?”
As a response, you looked up at him and nodded while repeating the gurgling sound, this time louder and with a wide open mouth, the happy grin tainted by the blood covering your teeth. That combination sent his arousal on a roller-coaster ride from his tattooed chest down to his naked groin and did an extra loop at his lower stomach. In a swift motion, he impatiently pulled you up and onto his lap. Two of his arms kept you from falling off of him. Your body was sweating profusely and shaking erratically. You tilted your head and looked at him, your face still a euphoric grimace. The heat between your blood-drenched thighs was waiting for him and as your body was caught in another brief shaking fit from the blood loss that made your nipples delightfully hard, he felt how you needily pressed your groin against his. A few strands of hair had fallen over your face and hung in the bloody spit at the corner of your mouth. He pushed them back to get a good view of your piercing eyes and reciprocated your borderline lunatic anticipation. Rubbing his returning hard on against the puffy lips between your legs, he was pleased to feel that your insides were bleeding enough to skip the foreplay.
“I will satisfy your cravings, mortal. But I won’t tell you to not be frightened. You will also satisfy mine.”
Eagerly he pushed into you and grabbed you by your open neck with one giant hand, at both sides of your ass with another two and pushed your lips apart with a long sharp fingernail of the last one. Holding your body firmly in place, he moved you up and down on his dick a few times, relishing the wet and warm sensation of your spasming and bleeding muscles, until he had you in the right position to comfortably slam against that special spot inside of you. Under his hard thrusts and his unsympathetic grin, your eyes widened in shock - at how good he made your feel. The slow but rough way he hit that hard spongy tissue inside of you again and again turned your body and your desire into a windup toy wrapping tighter and tighter around his cock. Each time he slammed into you, you jerked on his lap and firmly pressed your open neck against his strong hand, nestling into his chokehold on you. He could feel you twitching around him—how you were approaching the high you chased—but he was hungry for more of your taste. Sukuna wanted to push you towards your breaking point, but also to consume you. His little additional mouth appeared on his crotch and between excruciatingly slowed down thrusts that stretched your hole to its limit, he started to suck violently on your clit. The sensations made you practically jump on his dick and you started whimpering under his actions. You were losing control of yourself, unable to focus on reliably keeping up the technique to stop the bleeding in the pleasure Sukuna forced on you, and he willingly drank from the blood pouring out of your neck again.
Some of it ran down your body, trickling down your sides and back and you couldn’t tell anymore what was sweat and what was blood running down your spine.
Unable to talk, stuck in limbo between life and death and going mad with pleasure, you were putty in Sukuna’s hands. So this was what it felt like to have your entire being broken apart by the King of Curses. It was wilder than what you had hoped for and the thrill of it was burning up your soul. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what you had done to deserve this, but then again the fatality of it was exactly what you deserved after all that you had done in your life. Your body was falling apart and yet you had never felt higher or more complete.
Sukuna enjoyed tasting these thoughts in your blood. It fueled him to feel how you drank up his unique mixture of death with such lust that set your core on fire, but you still weren’t broken enough for his liking. And he still had a misconception to fix.
With the huge middle and index finger of the hand on your lips, he sliced your tongue open and pushed deep down into your throat to make you gag until his fingers were sufficiently coated with your saliva and blood. His lips brushed your earlobe and his slicked up fingers wandered down your back and caressed your spread cheeks. Then he pushed his lubed fingers into the one place he hadn’t assaulted yet and more pain mixed into the pleasure his unnaturally big cock and his second mouth were already giving you. The sudden change of sensations made you gag on the blood in your throat even more. His thick, long fingers not only worked your defiant muscles but also ripped flesh open in the process. Quivering with anticipation, an unstable giggle was mixed into his words when he pulled his fingers back out and briefly lifted you up. “You’re gonna like this one.”
Before you had time to fully catch up, thoughts racing through a maze of pleasure, cursed energy and pain, Sukuna pushed both his dicks into your orifices and bottomed out at an erratic pace.
Now his giant hand wrapped tight around your neck and choked you with an iron grip so draining, it also served to hold you in place to take his deep thrusts without a way out. The two hands holding your thighs clawed at your skin to pull your violated holes even further apart. Your limp body was shaking from exertion and pleasure and your head was spinning out of control. Your thoughts were falling through a burning vertigo with no end.
A high-pitched wheezing came out of your windpipe and you grabbed onto Sukuna’s hair to ground yourself in a physical reality beyond the sensations he made your capitulate to. You tried to look into his eyes but were unable to keep yours open under his domineering movements. He started sucking and licking at your yearning clit again, while his two cocks pitilessly fucked into your overstimulated and hurting openings. He worked your aching body into madness. A sharp fingernail traced down your neck and playfully ripped at the flap of open skin on your neck. Sukuna savored how you winced at the sensation and your overstretched holes tightened around both his cocks while he drank more of your blood.
Pleased with your taste full of willful guilt and pleasure, he let his hand slide down to your right breast and gently scratched across the tender skin. You couldn’t make any proper sounds anymore other than animalistic grunts and gurgles and your muscles were contracting faster and more violently around him, but you reacted to his touch and arched your back to put your lusciously blood-covered breasts on better display for him.
Sukuna took note of both your responsiveness and your oncoming climax and hummed into your ear.
“Now we get to the frightening part. Shame you can’t scream anymore.”
With that, he started aggressively pounding into your and a searing pain shot through your chest. His sharp fingernails had pushed deep into your rib cage and his fingers were closing around your heart. The preservation technique was completely futile against this. Your life had been hanging on a very thin thread those past few minutes and relied on the blood you still had left. Sukuna's strong fingers squeezed your heart so violently with each of his deep and greedy thrusts into your cavities that blood squirted out of your mouth and covered both of your bodies in a crimson stream that started pooling between your legs. Hideous gasps for air echoed through the domain and grew louder with every impossible breath. Your body went into overdrive. You were burning up. He was draining you. Draining your sanity, draining your blood and draining your life. Sweat started coming out of every pore. The lightheadedness was getting worse, the nausea was back and yet your whole world was spinning in pleasure and pain so intense, something in your head snapped. Terror and pleasure. Death throes or an infinite climax. Your heart fought against his merciless fingers and lost. Pleasure washed over you as reality sped away. Your body spasmed violently on his and it took only a few more thrusts for Sukuna to shoot his seed into your dying body. All your muscles from neck to stomach to legs contracted around him in a wretched last act of rebellion against the inevitable and milked his lust to the last drop.
Your strengthless fingers let go of his hair and your arms fell to your sides. Sukuna watched exhausted as you slumped into his arms.
Muttering to himself, he pushed you off his lap and stood up to stretch his legs and tie his open robe back up. Your body slid down the pile of skulls and came to a halt midway. The curse energy surrounding your body cast a weak, subsiding light onto the bones around you. Stepping down from his throne, Sukuna produced a brazen coin from his pocket. After a few seconds of contemplation, he squatted down next to your motionless body, slapped your face and put the coin in your hand. For a brief moment, your curse energy flickered with a ghostly shimmer.
“Flip it. If you‘re fortunate you‘ll get to live for another round.” - written by Jisatsu777 // HornyHermitry, April 2021 Also on AO3
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