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Plumbing Problems?

pairing: bidet!sukuna x girly girl!reader

synopsis: you just wanted a pink bidet to be a perfect addition to your already girly home. but buying from a sketchy website to get the expensive toilet at a cheaper price does have its consequences… and oh so good benefits in the form of a 6’5 muscular demon that has pink hair, red eyes, and is littered with tattoos.

mdni cw: crack, cursing, sukuna is absolutely a little shit, explicit smut, masturbation (f!), fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), tit worship, overstimulation, degradation. (small toji cameo of him being a pervert)

THIS IS ALL @yenayaps FAULT SO BLAME THEM.

( @angelscriptures ily )

You really are just a girly girl! You can’t help it that you love the color pink. But in turn your brain, in an OCD kind of way, pieces together you need everything else you own to be pink as well. Your home looks similar to a barbie dream house on crack with how much the rosy color permeates the place. You have pink cooking utensils, rugs and blankets in all shades of that beloved color, honestly anything you could find that you needed in pink you owned it, and now you just couldn’t resist buying a bidet that is also pink. Why? Because obviously your ass needs to be sat upon your favorite color instead of some boring white toilet like a basic bitch. The toilet was specially ordered from a website you could hardly understand but you needed it… it was an almost 2k toilet that was only 600 bucks on this site, a steal truly. You figured it was because it was from a foreign country instead of where you live, so you made the purchase as fast as possible, not risking it getting sold out. Since you were not paying for the very fucking real pink tax if you bought it from where it is actually sold.

So two weeks later it arrives and yeah you realize you didn’t fucking think this through. How the fuck are you supposed to put this shit together? You could call up a plumber, but god knows how much they would charge you for installing your stupid pink toilet. So that leaves one option, beg your pervert upstairs neighbor to do it for you, because he's already fixed your sink once... he should definitely not have a problem with putting in your toilet. You hope.

“Tojiii pretty please” you whine batting your eyelashes up at him, with a pout forming on your bottom lip. You wore your tightest tank top and denim booty shorts hoping that will be enough to make him give in, since that was what worked last time.

“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me doll.” he mutters, eyes flicking over your tits and how well they sit in the tank top. “Can’t you hire a plumber like a normal person. Why do you always have to bother me? I am not your daddy or your boyfriend.” but despite his words his tongue licks over the scar on his lip. You aren’t stupid you knew he already gave in as soon as your perky ass knocked on his apartment door but of course he has to act like the usual asshole he is.

“I can pay you… I promise.” you bite your bottom lip, fidgeting a little as you look up at the unit of a man. Sweatpants hanging low and his always too tight stretched out black compression shirt making his muscles look even bigger as he keeps them folded along his chest. The smirk he sports when you mention paying him doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Fine, goddamn brat.”

Two hours later your toilet is finally all set up and toji leaves your apartment obviously a little pissy that not only did you not pay him like you promised, but you also didn’t at least give him head as compensation like he hoped you would :(. Oh well.

The bidet felt like perfection, honestly you could sit here for hours. It has such a nice heated seat and it wasn't making your ass cramp, which made it become your favorite place to relax. In more ways than one. Fingers dance along your clit as you begin your newly formed nightly routine on the toilet seat. An ongoing pattern for the past week that always made you feel more satisfied than when you would do it laying down in bed. This wasn’t the case before, but you just chalked it up to the bidet's heated seats and how relaxing it felt. Finally you were getting into a steady rhythm of rolling your fingers on your clit almost about to ease a finger inside yourself when. The fuck? Water sprays up against you. I didn’t fucking press the button is all you think to yourself but sigh and go back to it since you were already feeling close. Another spritz of fucking water.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.” you grimace standing up as once again a spray of water emerges from inside the bidet. “How can you be fucking broken… I just got you, you stupid fucking toilet.” Ah, the words you will come to regret because little did you know, sukuna didn’t like that whatsofuckingever. He is not some ‘stupid fucking toilet’ he is an expensive and very high end japanese bidet, thank you very fucking much. With a huff you slide your panties and pants back on already making your way to the front door so that toji can fix this stupid fucking bidet, when you hear some thrumming noise coming from your bathroom. You disregard it, thinking it's just your broken bidet when suddenly big muscular arms encircle you. A scream begins to leave your lips when a huge thick hand covers it, a man's shushing filling your ears. A stupid desperate attempt to shut you up by whoever the fuck this man is. But then… he speaks.

“I am fucking not some ‘stupid fucking toilet’, you little fucking brat” the gruff yet oh so delicious voice hisses against your ear. You genuinely think you are insane and begin thrashing in this mans arms, when you realize he is fucking naked. What the actual fuck is happening is blaring in your mind as you scream into his palm, wishing your purse was closer so maybe you could tase and get this lunatic off you. “Calm down you fucking brat, it’s not like you haven’t sat on my face before. What's so different now.” his voice and words confuse the fuck out of you. You haven’t fucked anyone in months… sitting on this dude's face? And then it dawns on what he said before, “not some stupid fucking toilet”... no. It can’t fucking be. You stop trashing and trying to scream, which leads to him slowly taking his hand off your mouth.

“A-are… you my bidet… how is that even fucking possible. I must have hit my head. I am dreaming or I am batshit insane.” your words are rushed and slurred together as your thoughts race a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out what is happening.

“Yes I am your bidet. I am a demon, that's how this is possible dumbass. And no you didn’t hit your head or are dreaming. What happened is that I got fucking offended that you called me a broken toilet, when all I was doing was helping your needy ass cum better than what your tiny ass fingers were doing.” his tone bored as he answers your rambling questions like you asked if the sky was fucking blue instead of why your bidet is now a naked man that’s 6’5, with his rock hard cock pressed up against your back.

When he finally fully releases you, assuming that you had calmed down, which news flash you had obviously not, you immediately reach for your bag that is still by the front door. The unsuspecting demon, as he claims to be, is completely unaware of the taser you keep within it at all times. Grabbing it with a quickness of practiced ease you turn it on and tase him directly by his balls… by accident… totally.

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WOMAN.” his voice booms but he remains unflinched, just audibly annoyed, like the 50,000 volts were only an annoying bug buzzing by his ear. “You just tased my fucking balls you psychotic brat. I was being fucking nice to you, and you fucking tased me.” You slump to the ground still shakily holding onto your taser just wide eyed at the huge muscular man with pink hair, red eyes, and tattoos, and begin sobbing. You aren’t even sure why, maybe it's cause the adrenaline wore off or the fact that this 6’5 man is yelling at you but tears flow down your cheeks. The tears make sukuna freeze. “Shit… are you ok, brat?” the octave of his voice becoming softer at the sight of your tears, despite his confusion as to why the fuck you are crying. Especially when not even a minute prior you just basically tased his balls with your taser.

“I don’t even know who the fuck you are or what your name is, other than the fact that you are supposedly my fucking bidet?!” you sob out your chest heaving slightly with your words. “I really am insane… I just wanted to finger myself before I went to sleep and I couldn’t even fucking get to do that.”

“My name is Sukuna, and I was a demon cursed to be a toilet after fucking with the wrong witch.” he huffs out. “I think she was just a bitch cause I wouldn’t fuck her… now you on the other hand, I would in a heartbeat. And show you how much better I am than your fingers.” his voice becoming a purr. You sniffle looking up at him assessing him.

“I guess you do have the hair color of my bidet… this is also so fucking weird to me though… what even broke your curse?” you mumble wiping your lingering tears off your face.

“You pissing me the fuck off gave me enough ability to transform back to my initial form.” he says rather matter of factly. “Which reminds me again brat, I was not some ‘stupid fucking toilet’ especially with you fingering yourself on my seat or should I say my face. Yeah surprise, the toilet seat, was my face.” he barks out a laugh at his own words like the egotistical little shit Sukuna is. He is an asshole and he knows it better than anyone else.

“Your face?” your eyes widen, your thigh shitting nervously and honestly because the thought that you have been sitting on this sexy specimen's face technically every single day the past week, arouses the inner pervert within you.

“Yeah, my face, you dirty perverted girl. Oh fuck, you like that huh.” He smirks watching your thighs squeeze together and how your eyes are glued to him. Sukuna knows that look like the back of his hand, you are eye fucking him with your mind. A chuckle with a growl escapes his smirked mouth as he sees that you are unable to resist gawking at his thick long cock, the reddened tip leaking precum. He watches you like a predator would a prey, and oh how pretty of a prey you are. Naive girl, he thinks, if only you google translated that website you bought, bidet him, off of, you would have known that by buying the bidet you are now tied to him forever. You are never getting rid of him.

In minutes he has your clothes off and you laid in your bed, which is full of plushies, a range of silky and fluffy pink blankets and so many fucking pillows, in your princess style bed, much to his disgust but it’s so very much so you that he will let it slide. Your bare skin is lit up with the pink string lights that are hung up around your room as you look up at him needily. He leans his head down, his mouth latching onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“Such pretty perfect tits.” he rasps against your breasts pressing kisses on them before he moves to the other nipple, one of his hands gripping your hip possessively, holding you in place. His other gropes the flesh of your tit that isn’t receiving attention with his mouth. His mouth and tongue are working their magic on your breast, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Oh fuck Sukuna… more.” your voice a needy purrlike moan. He unlatches from your perked nipple to grin like the cheshire cat.

“Needy brat can’t even let me take my time and savor your pretty body.” he murmurs but he is just as impatient as you, even moreso honestly, since he has not properly fucked anything for years. The hand gripping the flesh of your tit trails down your body slowly gliding against your skin. He slowly pushed your legs apart, earning your soft moan as he eyes your glistening cunt.

“Oh you are dripping, look at you.” he growls as his fingers graze against your wet slit. He groaned at how wet you are, his fingers almost immediately getting covered with your honeyed arousal. His fingers slowly circling your clit as he takes in the pleasure on your face, playing with your pussy like an instrument, figuring out what brings you the most pleasure. He smirks, applying the knowledge he has learned from you, fingering yourself on his face (toilet seat) to bring you closer to cumming as quickly as possible, the ego of him oozing out, with everything he does.

“All this just from me toying with your nipples? What a desperate slut you are. Come on, cum for me sweetheart I know you need too. And then I'll eat your sweet pretty pussy before I even determine if you are worthy of my cock.” His words are a mocking coo that pulls you in and threatens to send you over the edge so quickly. His fingers are so skilled and his voice just devours you, honestly how could you resist when this demon commands you to cum for him. Your pretty gasps and moans are like a symphony to his ears and he relishes when you whimper and cum all over his fingers. “There you fucking go. Much better than your tiny ass fingers ever could do. Pathetic honestly.” the mocking yet still sweet purr of his tone has you nodding unable to form proper words, but his words are true, his fingers worked you far better than your own could and you came far faster than you usually do, embarrassingly so.

He spends what feels like hours devouring your pussy much to your whines and protests to bury his cock inside you already. But all he did was mockingly laugh and pull your lower half closer to his face to drink your juices more.

“S’kuna pleaseee just put it in already..” your whines are delirious as he drives you closer to yet another unrelenting orgasm. “This is too much.. ngh..” but your whimpers fall to deaf ears. You can’t even grasp the sheets or his hair anymore as one of his hands holds them in an iron grip. His other hand gripping your hips almost to the point of a delicious bruise to prevent you from squirming or pushing away from him feasting on your cunt.

“Awe poor baby said please..” he scoffs in a mock coo against your pussy before humming against your clit again to make you scream. The vibration from him speaking and humming, sends an overwhelming current of pleasure straight to your core. You immediately nod your head at Sukuna about ready to moan those words out again but he cuts you off with more of his own. “Well maybe you should have thought of that before tasing my balls and calling me a ‘stupid fucking toilet’.”

“I’m sorry I didn't know.. how was I supposed to even know you weren’t a toilet.. pleaseee.” your sobs are combined with loud moans as he absolutely devours you like no one has before.

He lifts his head just a little from your core, breath still fanning on it and making it twitch just to chuckle a little. “Well too fucking bad. I have allll night sweetheart.” he drawls. “And we are just getting fucking started.”

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bunny sukuna wip

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this randomobject! sukuna trend is inspiring me to write him as an angry goose. Gimme a few days 😈

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Sukuna calls you pet but it’s in an endearing way.

Does he still have an a superiority complex with humans being less than and sorcerers being better than them?

Obviously.

But you, you his precious little thing, are the most wonderful being imaginable.

Aside from him of course.

You don’t flinch when he knows he’s too loud, treat him with such a genuine kindness & concern when he’s hurt, you’re obedient, and look at him like hes the only thing on the planet.

Oh does he love being in your good graces above all else.

“Pet, bring us a snack.”

“Pet, let’s sleep longer.”

“We should hold hands pet, that’s what those who like each other do, yes?”

“You are look astonishing today as well pet. Ever so intelligent, ever so beautiful.”

And then he loves the way his pretty pet feeds him, so meticulous with every spoon full of piece of food. Not a drop of a single thing. And the king can’t help but grin ever so devilishly, pointing to his cheek that somehow had a pastry filling on it.

“Come clean it up for me pet.”

You know he’s just teasing you, eyes moving all over you, the way your blood pumps faster and goosebumps crawl all over your skin. But you gently wipe your hands on your yukata, taking a seat in his lap. You bring your lips close to where the crumb is, licking the raspberry filling off him. Before you can pull away, his lips meet yours. So gently, molding your lips together, back and forth. His are soft, so wonderfully soft against you plump one’s, you can’t help be want more.

And Sukuna gives it to you, slipping his long tongue into your mouth and fully tasting you, hes greedy, gripping your hips in his large hands. Guiding you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, swapping saliva, the taste of sugar and raspberries mixing between the two of you. He lets your tongues dance together, the smacking of lips fill your ears, till he’s certain he can feel your hardened nipples against him. Knows you’ll give him such a sultry look when he lets you pull away. Dazed and breathless.

He’s tantalizing, brushing your curls out of your face, holding your chin so your face is still in front of his, you still feel his breath against yours, “I think there’s a crumb on you too little one.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he hums deeply, eyes moving all over you, down to your lips, then back to your gorgeous brown orbs. He takes a bit more pastry filling on his thumb and smears it on your bottom lip, “Right here.”

“Please,” you gulp, caught in a wonderful trap, right here he wanted you, “please help me get it off my lord.”

The ends of his lips curve up, “Of course pet.”

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Conjuring Ryomen Sukuna

pairings - Haunted Doll/Demon Sukuna x f!reader

summary - Your haunted doll Sukuna is really creeping out everyone you know, so you're tired of it! He is always watching, he scares your dates away - rude! You decide enough is enough, and after numerous times trying to destroy him, you get the help of a friend to sage/smudge the house. Big mistake!

warnings - Horror tbh lol, COMPLETE CRACK, spitting, name calling, oral (f receiving) Sukuna being psycho and just a freak, mating press, rough sex, creampie, Sukuna is basically Anabelle lmfao.

You can thank @yenayaps for spurring this on and for making the Sukuna pic lmao!! (also @indiewritesxoxo bc they rly get me on the weirdest paths)

You have tried so many times to get rid of your creepy, haunted ass doll!!! He's so torn up and raggedy, he's still covered in dirt from when you've buried him. He's sewn together in places (you never sewed him!?) his creepy ass grin and red button eyes terrifying as ever. You've thrown him in a blender, a dumpster, you've thrown him in the damn pond!

Fuck you burned him, earning some singed raggedy pink hair. But Nothing Works!!

He's always coming back, showing up on your chair, showing up in your fucking bed!? Sometimes you'd wake up and scream, and throw him out of the attic window, sometimes you'd stuff him in a trunk up there and you'd hear his creepy little footsteps as he ended up back in that rocking chair. You'd push him in your closet and he'd be sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you to serve him.

Not like you ever would!

What's the worse is when you tried to bring a date over, and the moment you thought maybe you could get off a bit - (fuck you deserve it living with this demonic doll) - the doors start slamming and the lights flicker! All of your dates run away in fear, and you're left endlessly frustrated all the time.

"I swear, I'm getting rid of you today!" You say this morning, shaking the doll and then throwing it on the floor, just for it to move it's head, making you scream. "God you're creepy, just wait!"

Your friend is a whole hippie, and thank goodness for that. You've buried Sukuna again in your garden, wiping the sweat off your brow as your friend looks at you with a concerned gaze. "I'll be right in, please go ahead!"

You may look insane burying this doll in your yard every week, surely the neighbors are concerned, but they have no clue the torture this damn thing causes. Cheap mortgage payments are not worth it!

"This is what you get for buying a haunted house you know," you're walking in, washing your hands in your kitchen as your friend shakes her head. "The energy in here is insane."

"I know, ugh. You know I couldn't afford anything else!" You dry your hands on a towel as she starts laying out crystals, evil eyes, and lighting the sage. The smoke makes you cough it's so thick, when she hands you one.

"Repeat this - you will not harm me."

"You will not cock block me!"

"Hey!" You blush then, realizing your words, clearing your throat as your friend rolls her eyes. "Why do I deal with you?"

"He really does, I haven't gotten dick since I've been here," you pout and she starts walking through the house, shivering. "Yeah, he sits in my room the most."

"We'll put extra protection in here," she's smudging more, opening all the windows, as you follow her - praying this doll was done - the next step was a whole exorcism!!

The doll doesn't return that day, you almost can't believe your luck, and that night he's still not there! You freely go on a date - he's not even that good of a kisser but you really need to get laid, it's been a whole year since this doll started. He's fingering you good enough in the car, that you decide to bring him in.

Typically, this is when your doll would start messing with you, but the house smells so clean and it's blissfully empty. Your date is kissing down your body as you lay in your bed, and for once the creepy doll isn't even here staring at you!

Yay for Sage!

"So pretty," he's murmuring, kissing up your thigh, you're moaning then, it's just been so long, you were even scared to masturbate because he's watched so much! "So wet..."

"Shh," you didn't need the dude to talk, no you really need to cum - but of course, he doesn't know what he's doing. But that's okay, you're just excited your creepy ass doll is gone, so you tug his face where it needs to be and work with it. "Mnh!"

"Hmm," that sound doesn't come from him, or you, in fact he's buried against your pussy when you look curiously to see it-

That Fucking Doll!

He's grinning at you, making you scream when your date pulls his lips off whatever part of your pussy he was going for, looking at the chair then. "Oh, I didn't see that - it's fucking creepy!"

"Just... um ignore it..." Soon the doll has slammed the damn door, your lights flicker again, and your tv is going on and off. "Dammit..."

"I'm sorry but... this is too creepy, he's like haunted!?" Your date runs out when the doll turns his creepy ass head, and you're done. You tug on your panties, picking the doll up by his hair, scowling.

"I'm getting an exorcist tomorrow, you creepy little shit!" You throw him out of your room with a huff, locking your door and grimacing, throwing a hand over your face.

You almost could have cum just grinding on the guys nose, you're that needy after this year of hell! You're grabbing your vibrator, spreading your thighs then, eyes fluttering shut. You have to just cum and you'll feel a little better, surely, hopefully the stupid doll does his usual routine and comes in after a couple hours.

The vibrations are hitting your clit, and your hips rise up, shutting your eyes and imagining how good it'll be to get rid of this stupid fucking doll, when the vibrator is snatched from your hand and thrown against the wall. You scream at that, eyes opening when a hand comes over your mouth.

Who the fuck is this!?!?

He's got glowing red eyes just like your doll, but he's huge, and he's naked, covered in tattoos as your eyes dart down his throat, his chest, and his big hand lets go. He smirks down at you, when you scooch up the bed, chest heaving, and he eyes your pussy, lapping at his plump lower lip.

"You thought that loser or that toy could make you cum, brat?" his voice is gruff as he speaks, you reach for your phone, but he throws that now too.

"Who are you!? How'd you get in?" You're covering yourself up with a pillow, only for him to throw that now too, as you look all over the room. "I have a haunted doll, he'll scare the shit out of you."

He laughs then, throwing his head back, before giving you an evil fucking grin, straddling your bed and making it creak with his heavy weight, one arm on either side of you. "Oh you're fucking dumb."

You glare and smack the shit out of him then, screaming out as your palm stings, he's chuckling again, and you see him hard, he's fucking huge. Veiny, a good nine inches, leaking precum on your damn bed, as he shoves up your top.

"Get the fuck out, who breaks in naked - you're a creep!" He's chuckling now, shaking his head, pink hair messy, his fingers gripping your breasts.

"I'm tired of watching you try to fuck all these losers," you gasp then, lips parted.

"You can't be..."

"My name isn't Anabelle by the fucking way," he says, glaring at you, and you tremble. "It's Sukuna, king of fucking curses."

"Oh whatever as if you're a king- Raggedy Andy looking- ah!" Sukuna is done with you then, he has a huge hand around your throat, as his other finds your soppy little cunt.

"I'm not raggedy andy, I'm a fucking demon," you're shaking your head again, but when he touches your clit with his rough fingers, you can't help but cry out. "Cunt is desperate, so slutty."

"You're really the doll!? I saged you! Oh fuck," he's rolling in circles now, his heavy cock looking more and more tempting - you weren't really gonna fuck your haunted doll were you!?!? "Ngh!"

"You just brought me out, hah - pathetic, looking at you with your stupid ass crystals, think they work on me?" He's shoved two thick ass fingers inside you now, you're rolling your eyes back, pulsing around them already.

"W-why don't you... just leave me alone... ah!" You're saying it as you're gushing down his fingers. "I was finally gonna cum - you haunted fucking chucky doll!"

"I'm not chucky or fucking anabelle!" He's furious then, pulling out his fingers and shoving them in your mouth, you're sucking on them without thinking, when he scowls at you. "I can't believe you lit me on fucking fire- oh and I'm claustrophobic by the way!? you mean ass little-"

"Don't you dare even! Fuck, could you just... get me off! It's your fault I never do! Maybe I wouldn't burn you or throw you in the pond if you were useful!'

"Useful, you're such a bitch.." you smack him again, just making him harder - it's been eighty years trapped in that stupid fucking vessel, and he's had to watch you naked for a year! He's far more needy thatn you.

"Don't call be that, fucking Robert the doll but even lamer!"

"You listen to too many much horror podcasts, oh and you know he wouldn't have got you off, yeah?"

"Like you can, you're a doll!"

"I'm a fucking demon, now shut up," he's yanked off your panties, shoving them in your mouth, when he leans down and brings your pussy right against his face. "I'll show you how to really cum, fucking insolent brat."

"Who the fuck says insolent- ancient ass- oh fuck," he's spreading your lips, eyeing your pretty cunt, he'd tell you it was pretty if you weren't always trying to destroy him or stuff him in boxes. But for now, he'll think it, drinking your cunt up and moaning as he ruts his cock against the matress. "Oh god! There, there, fuck!" You're tugging at his hair when he nips your clit, smacking your hands now, scowling with his bright red eyes. "Ow!"

"Don't tell me what to do, pathetic human, be thankful I'm letting you have this," he is so fucking pretentious for a doll you think to yourself, wishing you could toss him back into that trunk in the attic until he's sucking on your clit. "Mmm... should thank me."

You're gushing then, how can you not, his tongue swirling your clit, sucking it into his hot mouth, the little thing twitching as he vibrates it with his stupid demon mouth. You wonder if the doll actually killed you and you're in some weird limbo with it, maybe it dragged you to hell, but it feels so good you honestly go with it.

He's messy, sloppy and somehow precise as he drags your thighs closer, sucking up all your juices. You're writhing under him, closer and closer, while he devours your pussy so hungry, he won't tell you how good it tastes either, you're too much of a fucking brat for all that - you've given him PTSD from all the ways you've hurt him!!!

"Cum, now - whiny little brat..." You're screaming out before you can stop yourself, his tongue slipping up to collect all the juices that spill as you're yanking his hair again.

The orgasm hits far too good, you're making a mess and squirting on your - haunted doll's!?- face then, he grins, lapping it up, before leaning up and wrapping a tattooed hand around your throat. He spits right into your mouth after prying it open, you're choking as you swallow it, only for him to bend you in half, slamming his thick cock in as much as it can go.

"G-god... oh my... you're too big, fuck!" You're trying to back off, but he drags you back, smirking as he presses your thighs up, smushing them against your breasts and fucking deeper.

"Tired of listening to you every fucking day, bitchy and annoying, tired of you bringing losers - ah fuck you're tight - home. And tired of - mmm - you trying to get rid of me!"

"I'm - ah! - tired of - fuck, there!" You're done as he's fucking you so good then, you've never had dick like his, it's tearing you apart with each filthy fucking stroke. You're trying to scratch at his back when he pins your wrists down, pressing all his heavy weight on you.

"Shut you up - hah - fuck..." Your cunt is milking him, it's been a good hundred years since Sukuna has fucked anything, he would jerk off in his vessel but it wasn't the same! And he's wanted you too long, so he's trying to hold back for a moment as your gummy walls grip his veiny length.

"W-won't sage you if you... mnh, make me cum again - ah!" He's scowling now, fucking you harder, breaking you in half with his mean cock - you have to hope that he doesn't have some creepy fucking doll stds or something!?

"Haven't fucked in... a hundred years... gonna cum so much, in your slutty little fucking pussy - mine, not that fucking losers..." you feel a little relief, a hundred years he should be okay, but you're still half convinced you're dead or asleep anyway.

"Cum in me," he smirks then. "Oh stop it, just do it."

"Slut, fucking mean ass brat, fucking.... god your pussy..." he also thinks you're pretty, but you sure wouldn't hear that either!

Sukuna fucks you in that mating press, until he's got you cumming again, pulsing around him with your aftershocks, and he lets out a hundred fucking years of cum, white ropes busting in your pussy, bulging your tummy.

"So much what the- you're still cumming!?"

"Shut up, god... fuck..." He's losing it now, he almost kisses you, but instead he's spitting in your mouth again, moaning as he pulls back, watching his own cum being pushed out down his length.

"I'm like hallucinating or dead," you're whining out then, as he pulls back, cum spilling all over your bed, as he smirks, fingering it back into your hole. "I'm sore! It's been a year because of y-you!"

"Shut up, fucked ya good enough yeah?" You're just trembling now, as he pulls back, sighing and laying next to you, on one arm. "I require clothing."

"Aren't you going back to like being a creepy doll?"

"Tch, no, the sage released me, and now your sexual energy is feeding me," he's tugging you against him, frowning as he studies you. "You were so mean to me!"

"You were a haunted doll! And never let me get dick."

"Well obviously not," he's blushing now, and you can't help but giggle. "Do not laugh at me, mortal!"

"Oh sorry, I may have some old sweats or shirts from my ex, let me look." You hop up now, shaking your head when he tugs you back on his lap. "What is it?"

"I'm scared by myself, that's why I kept going to your room, and you just kept throwing me away," he's nuzzling your neck now, kind of sweet for a demonic possessed doll. "Don't do it again!"

"Okay fine, I won't. Now I feel bad!"

"You should!" He's sinking sharp teeth into your neck, fucking you again, as he has much to make up for, making sure to fuck all his frustrations out of his mistreatment!

This is silly LMAO

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roommate!sukuna who’s been losing his shirts in the laundry, only to find you in the kitchen one night wearing one of them. he’s annoyed, approaching you about it only for you to say you thought they were some that some guy you had been previously seeing left over, and that irritates him even more.

because first of all, when did you have time to be seeing someone, and two, what the fuck?

he tells you he wants his shirt back now, telling you to take it off because he wasn’t going to admit how hard it made his cock seeing you in his clothes.

you splutter, thinking there was no way he wants you to strip down in the kitchen, in front of him, no less.

if you didn’t take it off, then he’d take it off for you if you kept refusing to do as he says.

you hesitate, and he thinks it’s because you’re nervous, but he notices the fire in your eyes, the irritation radiating off of you. your fingers twist into the fabric, tugging at it, and then you’re shaking your head.

“no.”

and he’s blinking. caught off guard. because who the fuck did you think you were?

before he knows it he’s got your jaw in his grasp, sneering at you while you look at him with a challenge in your eyes. as if daring him.

he makes sure you keep the shirt on when he bends you over the counter and fucks you—teaching you a lesson about being a brat and taking things that don’t belong to you.

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sukuna like HOLY MOLY i need him

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Sukugo :3

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The look of love, the rush of blood

Sukuna x reader. est relationship. down bad Sukuna

BoyfriendSukuna wasn't clingy or needy. He's not the type to cry over a day without seeing you, nor is he the type to pester you with constant messages or calls about your where abouts and annoying you to come see him. A simple text about your plans for the day or even a post it note on the fridge -for the days you slept over which was almost everyday - was enough for him. He was possessive, but he can survive a day or two without you.

Or so he thought.

BoyfriendSukuna was dropping you off your best friends house for an impromptu sleepover. Your best friend just got dumped and now you need to be her shoulder to cry on or whatever. That was fine or at least it was until you mentioned that you didn't know when you'll be sleeping over his place cause apparently these things "take time" and are "unpredictable."

Surprising even himself, he didn't like that. He didn't like that at all. He realized if you weren't sleeping over his apartment, he'd usually crawl into your bed late at night. Still he thought it wasn't a necessity, that falling asleep next to you was a want not a need. Yet now that he doesn't have that option..

Vein throbbing, Sukuna can give your best friend tonight, but tomorrow you will be back on his bed where you belong.

You were saying your final goodbyes in front of his car window. Eyes bright and laced with a warmth he believes you only reserve for him, "Bye, Kuna! Ill give you updates everyday!"

He grits his teeth. Why did it sound like you were going on a month long cruise?

"Oi." He calls out before you could turn around.

Tilting your head, "Kuna?"

For a moment he kept quiet. Carmine eyes taking their time drinking you in, having his fill of you as if he won't see you for weeks. They snap to back to your pretty face, tracing every slope and curve. "Come closer, brat."

And you do which makes his lips curl a bit. Always so obedient for him.

With his left hand, his touch firm yet gentle on the back of your head as he pushes your face towards his.

Soft lips against his rough ones, kissing you long and fervently, devouring you whole in one kiss. He feels you melting into it, whimpering such pretty sounds into his mouth. The tension finally eases out of him and it takes everything in him to pull away.

"Ill pick you up tomorrow," He murmurs against your lips, breath mingling with yours.

You blink. Once. Twice, "But Kuna-"

He cuts you off with another kiss, but softer this time. Gentle even. "No buts, brat. Ill pick you up tomorrow evening at the latest. She gets no more than that. You can visit here everyday for all I care, but you're sleeping with me."

A knowing smile teases your lips, "Are you gonna miss me that much, Kuna?"

"Shut up." He grunts, rolling your eyes at how pleased you look.

You burst out laughing and he hates at how pathetically melts at the sound. How it makes his insides warm like some love sick fool.

After brushing a imaginary tear from your eye, you lean back to his face and press a soft kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry. Ill have one of our other friends sleepover tomorrow night."

"Whatever."

Your smile widens into a grin, "I'll just tell them my big bad boyfriend can't sleep without me."

"Don't you dare-"

You run towards the door before he could do anything, laughter ringing out the driveway. And the way you smile makes his chest tighten in the most pathetic way.

The moment you disappear from view. He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

Fuck.

He didn't realized he was so down bad that going home without you felt like a life sentence.

So pathetic. So damn pathetic for you.

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Vampires

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Coward

Minors/ageless blogs DNI

Paring: sukuna x fem!reader

Summary: Between fighting curses and facing execution, you’ve taken to exploring your long abandoned bucket list which includes… masturbation. Easy right? Unfortunately for you, saying is much easier than doing and your squeamishness has you turning to certain someone to take matter into his…or rather your own hand.

Content: virgin! reader, reader is Sukuna's vessel, fingering! , f! masturbation!, degradation, pet names (brat), edging, orgasm!denial, is it considered loss of virginity if you’re possessed???

A/N: i unalived myself at least 5 times writing this. what the hell. Also posted on AO3. Username is AngelBunny666

“What the fuck am I even supposed to do with this thing?! How is it even supposed to fit?!” you exclaimed, examining the sparkly pink vibrator you had just unwrapped.

In your eyes, it looked like a weapon of mass destruction. Way too girthy, way too long, and way too scary despite its cutesy appearance. Do women seriously just stick this in their pussies like it’s nothing? How bad would it hurt? What if you end up sticking it in an awkward position and end up doing irreversible damage to yourself?

“Ugh! I can‘t do this,” you grumble with a sigh of frustration as you toss the god forsaken toy back in its box and shove it in a drawer.

Turning off the light and flopping your bed, you pull out your phone to go update your rather lengthy bucket list. Of all the crazy ideas you’ve put on there, getting over your squeamishness toward masturbation and sex should’ve been one of the easier ones.

You honestly had no idea why you prioritized this enough to put it on a list anyway. Sure you had horny thoughts every so often and felt like your libido was normal, but it’s not like something you felt like you needed. In your ideal situation, you would’ve liked to find someone you loved and trusted enough to share that vulnerable part of yourself with.

Then again, ever since becoming a full-time sorcerer you haven’t had much time to really focus on really anything. That is of course, until you somehow ended up swallowing a cursed object by accident and became a vessel for the dreaded King of Curses. Next thing you knew, you were being sentenced to death by the higher ups, (They can fucking try), but apparently your friend Satoru had some plan up his sleeve that he wouldn’t elaborate to you yet to get out of this.

Every day since then, you’ve been trying to do everything you can that’s on your bucket list that started off as more of a joke then something to be taken seriously. Despite the dire consequences of being Sukuna’s vessel, you couldn’t but be a little grateful for the opportunity to get out more when you weren’t busy chasing down cursed spirits.

“Tch, I knew you were pathetic, but this has to be a new low,” the bane of your existence spoke, forming a mouth on your right cheek.

You tried to ignore him. The last thing you needed was Sukuna’s opinion on your lack of experience, let alone anything.

“Putting on a brave face for those petty spirits you struggle to squash, yet a toy is where you draw the line?“

“Fuck off, before I shove it down your throat.”

“You know that won’t work, brat.”

He had a point, and you had quite a few broken wired earphones you used to tune him out to prove it.

“Well whatever! This is none of your concern anyway, so just shut up so I can go to sleep!” you shouted, resisting the instinct to pull the pillow over your head.

“No, I don’t think I will. I’ll be trapped in this body for who knows how long, so enjoying your suffering will make good use of my time.”

“You must be really bored if you seriously think taunting me about this is enough to hurt me.”

“Yet, you're still talking.“

Why were you even wasting time arguing with this asshole? Most of the time it was easy to not take him too seriously, yet there was something about him watching you struggle with your lack of experience that got under your skin.

You tried to shut your eyes to get some sleep again, but he just kept going.

“So, that’s it then, just gonna cower away from it? How disappointing, I was hoping for a little show.” he drawled. “Besides, I’m also finding it rather irksome having to feel the effect of your pathetic human sensitivities.”

You crack an eye open. “What?”

“Are you forgetting we share this vessel you idiot? You don’t think I feel every tremor, every flutter in your belly,” he whispered sensually in your ear, making you shiver. “Every throb between your legs at the sound of my voice?”

You could feel your face getting hot. “So what? That’s not my problem.” It was bad enough that you both were sharing the same skin, but for him to have access to your emotions and insecurities left you feeling vulnerable.

It had brought you even more shame to see how bad of an effect he had on you, despite how dangerous he was. You could only blame your lust addled mine for these feelings, right? Lots of people do crazy things when they’re horny, of course...they end up regretting it afterwards.

“I was only suggesting a solution.”

“Which is….?”

“End this pathetic display and let me take control.” he states flatly.

For a moment there was silence, then there was the sound of your hysteric laughter filling the room. “Letting you take over so you can go on a murder spree right after getting me off?” The absurdity of this proposal made you feel like you were talking to a different person.

“Oh, I definitely would if given the chance if your ability to suppress me weren’t such a nuisance.”

“Either way, I really don’t care. Why should I even give in to your demands?

“Then I’ll just sit back and mock you at every turn, and make sure you don’t get a lick of sleep.”

If you were capable of kicking his ass, you’d force yourself into his domain right now. He knows it too, that there’s not much you can do against him while he lounges in your body like he pays rent.

At the same time though, you really weren’t getting anywhere. It seemed like every time you told yourself you'd push through it, you end up fumbling. Not to mention him witnessing this made things worse.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed. “I’ll let you use only my arm if it’ll shut you up.“

“Was that so hard?”

“You seem confident for someone who’s been gathering dust for a thousand years. Are you sure you’re even functioning?”

“Is that a challenge, woman?”

Never in a million years would you have expected the most dangerous sorcerer in history to be teasing your folds and having your mind spinning like crazy. Head laid back against your pillow with your eyes glued to the ceiling, you were finding it harder and harder to control your breathing and prevent yourself from making other sounds.

“Falling apart already I see?” you felt Sukuna chuckle softly against your ear, his grin stretching across your cheek. “If I had known you would react like this, I would’ve turned you into my little plaything a long time ago.”

Your middle finger continued to make circular motions against your slickening entrance, occasionally applying a bit of pressure that causes you to flinch every so often. It almost annoyed you the way your body touched itself with such confidence despite the muddling of your brain.

Slow. Precise. Deliberate.

Just as you were growing comfortable to the sensation, you suddenly tensed up when you felt the pad of your finger lightly brush over your clit, causing a small, high-pitched yelp to escape your lips.

“Can’t say I’m surprised about how easy this is, considering how useless you are.” he pinched it teasingly, making you cry out at sudden rush of pain

He takes his sweet time tracing the outline of your clit with your fingertip, lightly rolling it under his touch with such cruelty. A messy burst of wetness flowed down your thighs as you let out a whine, pussy desperate and clenching around nothing.

“You’re disgusting.” he continued to berate you. “Letting me use you like this.” Your finger collected the sticky substance as it moved closer to your slick hole.

It was aching and pulsating rapidly at this point, as if it was begging for release.

“Such a fucking needy brat.”

Before you could respond, a clawed finger dragged along your entrance before roughly pushing inside. You let out a soft cry before you could instinctively clamp your free hand over your mouth.

“Agh—fu- wait a minute! This feels too sudden!” you rasp, your free hand shooting out to subdue the other as you feel Sukuna’s nail skim against your gummy walls.

“You should be thankful I even bothered to play with this dripping pussy of yours,” your other finger casually flicked your bud. “but you’re welcome to continue your pathetic attempt if you so wish.”

“No no, it’s just—,”

“Then shut up and take it.”

Slowly, he started to pump his finger in and out of you, grazing against all you sensitive spots with such agonizing. Your back arched as the pleasure of this sensation sent sparks throughout your nerves.

“What a shame. I wonder what your precious friends would think if they saw you like this?” he purred softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “How wet you are for a curse.”

His words combined with the feeling of your walls reluctantly letting him in deeper was having your mind in a constant battle of guilt and pleasure. As if to further gouge in your morality, he slipped a second finger inside you, savoring the sounds of your pretty moans as your possessed digits as he continued his pace.

“You’re so unbelievably stupid if you seriously thought you’d be able to take any dick. You can’t even handle your own fingers.” Sukuna laughs lowly, picking up his pace and letting your arousal coat your fingers as you get wetter and wetter.

“Just keep—going…..please…,”

“What makes you think you can order me round, brat?” he growled

What followed after was a sharp pinch to your clit. You jerked slightly, letting out a hiss of pain as your back arched.

“Begging like a desperate whore that doesn’t know her place.” His thrusts were quick and relentless making your body jolt with every push. “If I had my own body you’d be severely punished for your insolence.” he hissed in your ear.

Despite his harsh words, the way your fingers were pumping into you seemed to be telling a different story. Knowing him, it most likely brought him intense glee to see someone that was a pain in his ass was left squirming and sputtering.

And God, you fucking hated him even more now for this. As your body continues to betray you, you silently curse yourself for somehow letting the king of curses of all people seduce you like this. However, it was a fleeting thought as you felt your release building up in your core.

“S-Sukuna…..gonna—so close,” you whimpered, grinding into your fingers. At this point, nothing else mattered to you except the peak that you desperately reached for. Much to your dismay however, your fingers suddenly retracted, leaving you feeling empty.

“Wha-why did you stop?!” you cried out, trying to take back control over your tattooed hand to force it back in. In response, you felt something warm and slick licking a stripe between your thighs.

You didn’t even need to look to know that he had summoned one of those damn maws on the palm of your hand. It was almost disgusting, the way he lapped at your throbbing pussy with that vile mouth like it was his last meal. Your mind was pretty much gone at this point, the only thing you can think of is wanting more.

“Been waiting months for a chance to taste you.” the feeling of his breath tickled you as he murmured softly into your cunt. To emphasize his words, he resumed lapping at the juices leaking from you before moving to suck on your clit. “I can’t wait to get out of here and finally take you.”

“And I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? To become my pet? It’s not like you’re good for much else.”

The sounds of your breathy moans and wet noises fill the room. Every hitched breath laced with barely contained craving and vulnerability. In the pool of your belly, you could feel your release building up again. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as he continued to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The nails of your free hand digging into the sheets, you braced yourself to succumb to loss of your dignity.

“Actually I change my mind,” you more than felt rather than heard him. “I don’t think a worm like you deserves it”

His words felt like a splash of ice cold water. “A-are you actually fucking serious right now…?” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“I think I might drag this on for a while and see how much you beg for it,” he continued playfully. “Besides, you did mention you were trying to sleep.”

You were left too stunned to speak as you boiled with rage—your pride shredded, your body left empty again.

“Anyway, you bore me now.” he doesn’t wait for my response. “You’re welcome to continue on your own if you need it so much.”

With that, the marking on your arms vanished, and you were left lying there stewing in your own thoughts—eager for the day of your so you can project your cramps onto him.

a/n: I haven’t made a fanfic in years and it’s my first time dabbling in smut, so sorry if it was rough. I’m going back to drawing now.

Do not copy/repost my work.

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cw: crack, fluff, suggestive content

tiger hybrid!sukuna lays sprawled out on the bed as you open the package—a new sample set of three different perfumes.

you’ve heard smelling unique scents is good for tiger hybrids. something about “enrichment” to keep them mentally and physically active.

and enrichment is especially important for sukuna—a bored sukuna means a destructive and overly territorial sukuna since he has nothing better to do. you learned the hard way to not let the mailman come all the way up till your front door when he gets like that.

and of course, it's also an excuse for you try new perfumes.

you spray the first sample on your wrist, let it dry a bit and then smell it. a bit fruity and citrusy with some herbal notes.

“come here,” you call him. “smell this perfume.”

he doesn’t move his head (or any part of his body at all) but he does side eye you, tail swishing a bit, considering whether whatever you’re trying is worth the effort or not.

you wait patiently, knowing what his routine is. after a few seconds of deliberation he finally gets up, stretches, and saunters over to you.

“why am i doing this again?”

“i want your opinion on which one smells best on me,” you easily lie.

he might get offended if he finds out this is actually enrichment.

“here.” you hold out your wrist to him, letting him grab it to lean in, nose skimming your skin.

he takes a few sniffs, brows furrowed like he’s investigating something, ears twitching a little.

finally he shoves your wrist away and gives you a disgusted look. “don’t like it. too…zesty,” he concludes with full confidence.

you don’t think that’s the right word, but you don’t bother correcting him.

“it took you that long to figure out you don’t like it?”

“well because it was alright until i smelled the…patchouli.”

right. you remember having to throw out your old patchouli candles because one random day he just decided he hates that scent.

“alright. just wait here while i try the next one.”

you ignore his sigh as you pick up the next little vial and spray it on your other wrist. this one smells milder, creamier…lactonic and just a little floral. a pretty non-offensive, comforting scent.

but by the time you look up to sukuna he’s already glaring. you’re not sure at what.

“i don’t like that one,” he graciously informs you before you even make him smell it.

“just smell a little closer. maybe you’ll pick up some new notes that’ll change your mind.”

he eyes you suspiciously but grips your wrist again to sniff at it. like you expected, he apparently catches some intriguing new note—apparent from the changes in his expression and how he doesn’t immediately shove your hand away.

“like it?”

“shh. im trying to concentrate, woman.”

“good thing you use your nose to smell then, and not your ears,” you reply sarcastically.

that does it.

with another glare, he pushes you away and turns to go sit back on the bed.

“you can do it yourself then.”

you just sigh, letting him stalk off. so much for enrichment time with a hybrid that acts like it pays the bills.

out of curiosity you take out the third vial, and spray it at the base of your neck. this one's kind of warm and animalic...musky. too musky. honestly it kind of smells like—

you jump a little as two big hands are grabbing you from behind within about a single second.

you’re not even sure how he got from across the room to here in that time.

“what the hell, sukuna?!” you snap as he presses his nose to your throat, sniffing intensely.

“what—“ he sniffs some more. “—is this one?”

“i don’t know—“ you struggle a bit, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “—let me go!”

he reflexively slides his claws out, just enough to hook into your clothes and keep you securely trapped in place while he vigorously smells up and down your neck.

and then he opens his mouth, top lip curling back a bit in something between a snarl and a sneer. an expression you’re used to by now, though it’s usually when you’re around the ovulatory phase of your cycle or when he’s going down on you.

“i like this one,” he announces, right as you’re about to yell at him. his tail wraps around you and you swear you can feel some deep purring coming from his chest, as you wonder what the hell they put in this perfume.

“you should make this your new signature scent.”

you scoff, incredulous. “this one? i am not going to go around smelling like a—“

you pause, narrowing your eyes a bit.

“what is that?” you ask, though it’s more of an accusation.

you definitely know what that is.

“what?” he grinds his erection shamelessly against your ass, rock hard as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. “i did say i liked it.”

a/n: inspired by the fact that big cats are drawn to perfumes with civetone in them. also zoos actually do use different perfumes for them to smell as part of their enrichment :P

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Sukuna who doesn’t like when you don’t follow his commands and listen to others.

After a long and annoying morning of telling his warriors what to do, killing off aristocrats and ordering servants around— the King of Curses expects to see you out in the garden playing with the stray kittens the King only keeps around for you or drawing in the paper hes given you, or better yet, napping. The sight of you enjoying yourself eases the annoyance, the stress of it all.

But when he doesn’t find you in the mere seconds it takes to scan the the yard with his four eyes, his voice booms across the open space, startling any servant near by. His voice is deep, dark, pronouncing every word slowly in an attempt to slow his irritation—

“Uraume, where. is. she?”

He could just sniff you out, he knows your smell so well now that it’s almost apart of him. Knows the smell of what lies inbetween your legs too, but he’d rather not use that. Not invade your space anymore than he usually does. He gracious like that.

His white haired servant is there in an instant, bowing his head, “[+] is at your room my lord.” They almost say it like a question, as if asking, ‘isn’t that where they’re supposed to be? A servant at their post?’

Well, no.

You do as your king orders you to do, and if that means you go and play instead of working until Sukuna calls for you, so fucking be it.

Sukuna finds you standing there in front of his chamber doors, arms behind your back, eyes low, waiting. like a good woman in waiting is supposed to do.

He calls to you like a sigh of relief, the God himself that never wavers, worried about his pet escaping him, something that would and never will happen, “Little human,”

Your eyes shoot up, your lashes flutter ever so beautifully, bowing your head, “Welcome back my lord.”

He doesn’t hesitate to tell you your wrong doings today, “You are meant to be in the yard before you feed me lunch, yes?”

You nod, “Yes my lord.”

“Then why is it you are here, watching the door when you know well I come to meet you there?”

You shift on your feet, eyes adverting his eyes while biting the inside of your lip. Adorable. You don’t want to get in trouble. His cute little thing. He lifts your chin with his finger, black nail at your throat. But you know it won’t hurt you.

Not his lovely pet.

Your big brown doe eyes stare up at him, he almost lets the matter go entirely— but you must understand your wrong to quickly fix it in the future.

“One of the servants told me I should be here, doing my job my lord. Not, -ehm- ‘wasting time.’ ” You mumble.

He raises a brow, he decides to test you, “So you listen to mere servants over your king?”

You’re sharp though, practically appalled that he’d suggested something like that, “I do not my lord! You are- you are-“

“I am, what?” 

“You are everything my lord.” You say it like it’s just. And he knows what you mean. He sees the way your gaze lingers longer and longer as the days pass, the way your heart beat sounds irregular when you’re near to him. How you long for his touch and approval, more than the ones who come to worship or pray to him. You see him as the moon, the stars and everything in between.

And oh, does Sukuna love it.

The pink haired god relishes in the feeling, his devilish grin appears on his face, he knows he has you. Always and forever and in the next life too.

“Then you will listen to your king and ‘waste time’ until I say otherwise, yes?” He scoffs. Whoever told you, you were wasting time was stupid. Humans need fun don’t they? His little one would get more than enough time.

You nod, replying those sweet words as you usually do when you listen ever so obediently. His loving pet.

“Good girl.” He caresses the apple of your cheek with his large hand, wishing to see the sunny glow on your brown skin. slipping it back in his arm back into his yukata.

“Come, let’s have lunch.”

And you quickly follow, always five feet behind. But Sukuna lifts you off your feet, holding you in one arm.

“M-my lord!” You gasp.

“You’ve worked long enough. Rest.”

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you ever find some cute lingerie and wish you had a boyfriend just so you can have an excuse to wear it around the house for no reason?

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y'all ever read a fanfic and make a fanfic of it in your own head? please tell me I'm not the only one.