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Just started watching Hannibal (Better late than never lol ) and already went for a fan fic 🥀

Cockwarming with Hannibal

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Hannibal fanfic of the reader cockwarming Lecter at his desk while he's working? Ane they're both angry about it? Throthing at th mere thought of it- thank you ❤️

Hannibal is a huge fan of cockwarming…when he isn’t busy. 

If he is busy he can’t just stop his work to fuck you 

So that brings us to now where Hannibal is busy with paperwork and you are on his lap, dick inside. 

He’s harder than he’s ever been and needs release but has to finish this first. 

He figured that being inside of you would make him feel better but it made it worse. 

The feeling of being inside of you made the urge to fuck you worse. 

It wasn’t helping that you were trying not to move either. 

Hannibal was trying to stay focus but with your warm tight cunt squeezing him, it made it impossible 

He nearly let out a groan and his hips almost bucked up. 

“Hanni.” You whined as he had a tight grip on your hips so you couldn’t move. 

You were suffering and so was he. You just didn’t hide it well. 

“After this is done.” He groaned but you protested and tried to move your hips. 

He let out a sigh, annoyed that you wouldn’t stop trying to move but also just annoyed that this paperwork wasn’t getting done fast enough. 

It wasn’t until you soaked his cock even more that he threw the pen down, “fuck it.” He growled and grabbed your hips, thrusting up into you.

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I mean— I like it raw...WHO SAID THAT?!

"ITS RAW, YOU CURSED FREAK"

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Not me going feral and it's just a kissing scene!😩🔥‼️‼️‼️

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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I. AM. OBSESSED. WITH. THESE. SUKUNA. X. PET. HUMAN. R8IEJDDHEBXIEUCJX🙌🏻🙌🏻🫂!

Sukuna’s favorite part of the day is yours— when you get to dress him for the day.

Every morning is the same and Sukuna loves it that way.

He hears you when you quietly come in before dawn and sit on the floor, ideally waiting for him to call out to you to get his robe. But he grumbles maybe five or ten minutes later, turning in the bed, and motioning with his hand for you to come.

“Come here little one, let’s sleep more.”

And your heart beats outs out of your chest, coming over and laying on the bed. But he pulls you into his warm arms, an incoherent grumble leaving his pink lips as he cuddles his messy pink hair in the crook of your neck.

You’re not sure if he just likes your touch or not or if he sees you as a body pillow, but it makes your heart speed up nonetheless. You fall asleep not long after, waking up to the sun creeping in. That’s when you know it’s time to wake Sukuna up, you pat his back looking up at his handsome sleeping face.

“It’s time to wake up my lord,” you speak and it’s like music to his ears. But he mumbles something you can’t understand, but hes said ‘again’ he wants to hear your ever so melodic voice again. When you do, you quickly climb out off the large bed, grabbing the large black robe and slipping it on to him right as he stands from the bed.

He watches your every move as you make your away around the room, straight into the closet and coming out with his the attire he’ll wear today.

He’s practically silent as you prepare him for the day, still in a sleepy haze. But you move ever so meticulously, standing on the stool to properly dress him. Your hands are all over him, his black markings and tan skin, his muscles— you both love it. Smoothing out any wrinkles that may be on his yukata and tying them perfectly, big brown eyes taking in the God while correcting every crease of his attire and, getting down from the stool to style his pink locks.

His low red eyes watch you in the mirror, he asks, “And what will you do today, pet?”

Sukuna knows Uraume will give him his own run down of what he will do today as soon as he steps outside of his chambers, but he’d rather hear about what you’ll do for the meer short time you’re apart. The silly, fickle things he yearns to hear you talk about.

The simplicity of your life, he adores.

It’s still hard for you to wrap your head around it. Your role around the palace has- changed. Not title wise (officially) but you don’t take orders from anyone but the King of Curses.

You don’t help the other servant if you can’t squeeze in time to, you don’t wait outside his chambers for him to come back, you don’t go fetch as much for him because Sukuna believes you’re so fragile.

You’re Sukuna’s personal lap cat.

He tells you to go play when you’re done eating breakfast and cleaning his chambers— to enjoy yourself before he fetches to you be with him from lunch until the end of the night.

You don’t get it, but you try.

You think for a moment about his words— what to do today, what to do today-

“I-I think I’ll go to the library and then work on my kite in the garden.”

A kite, your brand new interest you’ve been absorbed in after reading about it. Sukuna told you he’d have 4 beautiful, professionally painted ones made specifically for you, but you told him you’d want to do it by yourself. It was harder than you thought, but it made you want your own work to sore with the clouds more and more.

Sickeningly adorable. What a hard working human. A wonderful mind.

“It will be fantastic pet. Show it to me soon, yes?”

And you bashfully nod, so sure of his words, your own tiny doubt flying away by his little encouragement.

The man stands from the mirror, all done with the preparation for the day and caresses your brown skin, cupping your cheek in his hand, then lifting you chin with his finger to look at him. He’s handsome as ever, he always is.

So astoundingly beautiful his little human was. He couldn’t get enough of you. Soon you’d be in his arms again. Maybe he’d send for you sooner. He always yearned for more time. A minute more, a second more.

“Be good for me pet.”

“Yes my lord.”

He walks away to the chamber doors, lower set of eyes stealing one last glance at you before opening them wide, closing them shut behind him. Walking right into his busy day.

And it’s the same every morning.

Sukuna loves it that way.

a/n: no one gives af but dude I love them.

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Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

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ORO IS SUCH A BBG LMAO! 🤭

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YASSS😫😋

𓍼 gojo accidentaly calling you mommy in the heat of the moment.

mommy kink. satoru doing a reverse card on you. ¹⁸ mlist

“mommy—” gojo groans his face buried on the crook of your neck, hands holding onto the headboard, your eyes widen, your hand flying to his hair, tugging sharp enough to make him hiss.

“mommy?” you repeat, your voice mix of shock and glee, a grin spreading across your face.

he definitely said that on accident, both of you knew damn well it was, and you’re about to tease the shit out of him.

“shut up.” he growls, cutting you off with a harder thrust, the kind that makes your breath catch and your toes curl, his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you back to meet his relentless pace.

“don’t even start.” but you’re already laughing, breathy and smug, your nails raking his scalp.

“no, no, mommy? really?” you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery.

“didn’t know you were that needy, baby boy.” gojo’s eyes flash, narrowing as he lifts his head, his smirk dangerous and all trouble.

“oh, you wanna play like that?” he says, his voice low, teasing, he slams into you again, deeper, making you moan loud and sharp.

“yeah, mommy? want me to fuck you like this, mommy?” he flips your tease right back, his tone mocking and filthy, leaning into the slip like it’s his new weapon.

“fuck!” you gasp, your head tipping back as he hits that spot that makes you see stars, his hands slides to your thighs, spreading them wider, giving him better access to drive into you.

he leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “c’mon, mommy, tell me how good it feels. you’re so loud earlier, what happend now?” you try to retort, but he thrusts harder, cutting you off with a cry that’s all pleasure, no words.

his hands gripped you tighter, one sliding to your clit, circling fast and rough, his thigh shifting under your leg to lift your lower body up.

“c’mon, keep talkin, i fuckin’ dare you.” you laugh, breathy and broken, but you’re losing ground, your moans louder than your words.

you opened your mouth your voice shaky. “you're so—fuckin—desperate, callin’ me mommy like that.”

“desperate?” gojo’s eyes darken, and he slams into you, hard enough to make the bed creak louder, your cry echoing. “who’s desperate now, huh?”

“want it harder, mommy? like this?” he thrusts deeper, faster, his fingers circling your clit in time, and you’re gone, your moans turning to screams, your body shaking as you cum, hard and fast, clenching around him.

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My hunybunchsugarplum🥺🥺🥺

Calling them a cringy nickname

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

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RAHHHHHHHHH IT'S THE NICKNAMES BROOO🛐🛐🛐

Toji who will always make room on his lap for you.

He’ll be smoking a cigarette on the engawa, jaded in his own thoughts, the dogs running around doing their own thing but he’d hear that sliding door open, your head peaks out.

You nod your head, just coming back from the store to get snacks, you try not to disturb Toji when he’s in his own head. He tends to settle things on his own.

You gave him a soft ‘hi’ and just when you were about to go back in, he beckons you over, patting his thick and toned thighs, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray, “Come ‘ere mama, missed you.”

Just loves your touch. Something about your smile, your voice, your touch and your body on him makes everything a little bit easier, makes him feel a little lighter. So any chance he gets the man wants to hold you in his muscular arms.

Watching a movie alone? Don’t worry, hes sitting you in his lap even if there is more than enough room on the couch.

“What if you can’t see the movie?” You keen, shivers rushing through you as he brushes your nape with his fingers.

“Can see just fiiine mama, don’t worry” but he’s barely watching the movie, he’s busy admiring how beautiful you looked. The way you squirm and hide your face, trying to hide that blush he knows is hidden under your brown skin. Pulling you close by the waist and kissing from your cheeks to your neck.

When you’re out with friends, and there’s no where else to sit, Toji already has his hand out for you to use him as a seat, settling on top of him while he leans you against his chest while he tells some story to his friends.

“Alright Princess?” He whispers in your ear, brushing the fly away curls back up to your ponytail. You hum and he can’t help but kiss some part of you, right now he settles on your wrist, pecking it and rubbing it in. It settles him.

And then he sits you in his lap even in the bedroom.

Oh so perfectly as you take his cock. His hands gripping your hips like a vice and his feet flat on the ground. He grunts at the warm and soft feel of your spongy pink walls, fucking you from behind, “Come on doll, gotta practice sitting in my lap right? Make sure my pretty baby’s comfortable.”

“Up,” and he lifts you, just so the tip is in. “Down.” And he plops you back down with a brutal thrust making you let out a loud moan. And then he does it over and over, like a teacher. Helping you get you balance.

“Tojiiii,” you mewl, long lashes fluttering back at him while he fucks you into oblivion.

“Yeahhh, that’s it mama,” giving your cunt a little smack with two fingers before fucking up into you, meanier “Hah- you got it. No one fits with me better.”

a/n: Haven’t written for Toji in literal ages. I’m sorry for the ppl who followed for Toji lol. I genuinely do feel like the drought is over. Chains broken. I am healed.

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WE GOT A SUGAR PAPI RIGHT HERE LMAO‼️

in the mood to bully an old man. jiraiya x fem!reader, nsfw

"please." he's so desperate and pathetic, down on his knees as you sit at your vanity. his cock rests pathetically against his thigh, whimpering out beads of pre whenever you glance his way.

"you can't afford me." there's a soft pop as the cap comes off of your lipstick, taking pity as you drag it down the side of his face.

"i can— i can pay tomorrow, i-i swear to god i can. just—" his dark eyes close as you draw another line, a shiver shuddering his bones. "please. be nice to an old man."

your lip curls into a sneer as you put the lipstick away. "you're a disgusting pervert. letting you in this bedroom is gift enough. in case you forgot, you buy my services."

"how could i forget?? my bank account's empty 'causa you!" jiraiya's voice is raspy and his sweaty forehead rests on your leg; his jaw shakes as the desire to bite you consumes him, that smooth skin so pretty...

"ugh." your eyes can't roll any harder. "take out another line of credit."

"the bank's gonna deny me, you know that."

"hm."

"b-but i'll try! swear to god. s-swear to god..."

a bored sigh passes your lips. "grab your cock."

large, thick fingers wrap around his shaft, as commanded, and the old man looks at you with eyes too hopeful. your grasping of his strong forearm litters his pale skin with goosebumps, and your lazy dragging of his arm to assist him in jerking his own cock pulls a needy, whiny moan from him.

"pathetic." you hiss at him. "it's not even a real handjob."

"real 'nuff... f'r me..." jiraiya's tongue is heavy, lolling to the side and soon out of his mouth, left to hang like a dog's.

"you look so stupid. pull yourself together." gripping his jaw harshly and spitting into his mouth, you guide his arm faster. your eyes are blown out in their own pleasure, finding such joy in dominating a big, old man. "you're so stupid. going into debt just to not even have your cock touched by me. what's wrong with you?"

"how much time you got?" jiraiya just barely breathes out his response, his head dipping back and exposing that broad chest and those defined abs. you drag his hand faster, forcing him closer to the edge even with this pathetic setup. "fuck, 'm gonna..."

"gonna what?" your eyes narrow sharply. and jiraiya recognizes the tone, swallowing thickly as he will his sack to hold on just a few seconds longer.

"buy you pretty things."

satisfaction crosses both of your mouths.

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Orochimaru: You really think you can take me?

You: Yeah.

You: …oh you mean like in a fight. No.

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Cho~ myshaylaaa!!~🥹

Quick! Go Hide

in which you prank the sleeping jjk men by telling them, 'You need to hide; my boyfriend's home!'...saw it on tiktok heh

Satoru croaks, “Oh, shit. He is?” 

Groggily, he clambers out of bed and hides in the bathroom, bare feet padding. In the dark, he waits. Seconds pass and he shows no sign of realising what games you’re playing. When you go to collect him, you find him asleep, standing with his forehead pressed to the cold tile, drooling. 

“Is he gone?” He asks, voice raspy, shaken awake once again. You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Good ‘cause I’m too tired to fight anyone…I’d win though.” 

Soon after, in bed, he continues sleeping. And it’s only in the morning that you find him grinning and prodding your puffy cheek. “That was really funny, babe. Ten out of ten. No notes.”

Suguru's brows furrow. Without opening his eyes, he mutters, “Nice try.”

“No, really. You gotta go; he’ll kill you.” A curse emerges, large and foreboding, just watching in the corner of the room. Shivers wrack your body. It doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, nor utter a single sound. Still, the message is clear. You roll your eyes and cuddle into your boyfriend’s side. “You’re no fun.”

He tucks you in close. “Try again in the morning, pretty girl. I’m sure I’ll be more fun when I’m not half asleep.”

Choso startles awake, bloodshot eyes widening. “Oh no. What should we do?”

He lets you shove him into the closet, shirtless and hair a mess. There he stands patiently, shuffling on his feet and holding his breath. Then, when a minute passes, he has a moment of realisation. Creaking open, the closet door widens to reveal him – he looks unimpressed…and pouty. 

“I’m your only boyfriend; why do I need to hide?”

You giggle. “Sorry, Cho. It was just a joke.’

“I don’t really see what’s funny,” he grouches as he gets back into bed with you, wrapping his arms tight around your body and tucking his head in the crook of your neck, quickly forgetting your prank once his senses are overwhelmed with you. 

Toji peeks one eye at your faux panicked face. He shoves it away, grumbling under his breath about how much of a brat you are and shifts into a different position; he’s got his back turned to you now. Undeterred, you shake him one more time. “I’m being serious. You gotta hide, Toji.”

“Leave me alone, woman. I don’t wanna deal with your shit right now.”

You drape your entire body over his. His beefy arm comes around to keep you steady, in case you fall off the bed with your clumsy ass. “Okay, but if he beats you up and takes me away, your loss.”

He grunts. “I’d like to see anyone try.”

Then, to keep your mouth from disturbing his sleep any longer, he suffocates your face in between his pecs, a hand on your ass, groping it for compensation.

Kento jolts, hands grabbing you to push your body behind his. He scans the room, then the door, waits for the intruder, ready to defend. Only when he hears your stifled laughter does he truly process what you told him. He sighs, hand rubbing down his face. “Can’t sleep again, darling?”

“No. The baby keeps kicking me.” You smile when his warm palm caresses your stomach. 

Leaving a kiss on your forehead, he mutters, “I’ll give them a stern talking to; no child of mine hurts my wife. Now, would you like a midnight snack or should we stay up and watch the stars again?”

Lifted out of bed, he carries you in his arms, intent on keeping your bare feet from touching the cold floor. Even as sleep still courses through his veins, he’s determined to meet your every need – Kento couldn’t fall asleep again knowing you’re wide awake anyway. 

Sukuna doesn’t awaken. He’s as still as a corpse. You try again. And again. Nothing. When you pout and smack his chest, one of his four arms snatches your waist and slides you onto his huge body. Your ass is being patted, as is your head, and with another arm, he rubs your back. 

Calmly, his chest rumbles with his words. “All your previous partners are dead. No one will disturb us. Sleep.”

“Okay, Kuna…wait…no, they aren’t.”

He doesn’t reply, leaving you to wonder when he had the time to hunt them down one by one when he spends so much time never leaving your side in the first place. No answer comes to mind, not when his body can be so persuasive in pulling you to the land of slumber with him. Though, you are certain he whispers, ‘They will be,’ when he thinks you won’t hear. Try and follow up the next day though and he’ll shrug off your concerns with a, ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

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Oh? THIS ONE GOT THE KICK...and it fucking hurts.

You might not be the one for them

( gojo,Sukuna,choso,Toji)

I went to the beach today 😚

Warnings: a little angsty, nothing ig

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ANOTHER LITTLE HUMAN THEY'RE SO CUTE WTF!!!😫😻😻 And ah OOP- jealousy in the AIRRRRRRRRRRR💨💨😜

“Sick? What do you mean sick?”

Ryomen Sukana who did not understand the human body, and most certainly didn’t understand the concept of being sick.

So one of the replacements, standing where you were supposed to be, explained it to him.

He’s known that humans were fragile, he understood it well when taking over plenty of villages. But it was a second- a fifth thought that crossed his mind until it came to you. His precious and lovely, one of one, bed maid. There would be no replacing you. Not in this life, not in the next.

So he took this “sick” as you being on your deathbed. And for a God who’d beat death a thousand times over, surly he could get you to beat it to, no?

Immediately removing you himself from your too shabby living quarters (he’d move you into his room soon enough) and into his more than comfortable and large bed. Calling the best doctor in the kingdom and having them tend to you.

You’d slowly blink your tired eyes open, they hung low, but your noticed Sukana standing above you, one set of eyes on a book in one hand book, the other two staring down at you, an unreadable look on his face.

“ ‘M sorry my lord, I can’t come to work.” You mumbled, taking a shallow breath before sneezing.

He simply wiped the sweat from your neck, another other hand taking the rag that was on your forehead and putting fresh cool water on it, ringing it and placing it back on your forehead. Brushing your fly away curls out your face.

“Just come in when you feel better, yes? I won’t be mad. Someone else can do your job for you until then.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your bottom lip sticking out, a soft whine, “No! I just want it to be me to care for you! No one else can come! Why would you— you should only have me!”

Sukuna could only blink. A little shocked. Never had had witnessed you to want anything. Ask for anything. But for your true colors to shine through and you to be- jealous. He couldn’t help a smirk dance on his lips, heat rushing all over him.

You slowly sit up in the bed, dizzy, mumbling “I’ll come with you now my lord.”

His hand immediately shot out, pressing you to lay back down, “You’ll do no such thing little human. You will rest until you’re better.”

“B-But-“

“—Pet.”

it’s stern, it always makes you come to a complete halt. Listen to what your king is saying to you. Your dark brown eyes, weary, still looking up at him with that look that truly could get the God to do anything for a human such as you. He decides to amuse you, just this once.

“You will get rest and then you’ll be the only to take care of me when you’re better. Hm? That what you want little one?”

“Yes.” You hum.

“Then close your eyes and sleep pet.”

And you do, because that’s one of the few things that puts you as ease. Hearing Sukunas voice, letting him tell you what to do. A constant in your life.

You’re a sweet thing, an adorable thing.

Sukuna bottom eyes trail back to you, gods, he didn’t know what you were doing to him.

But he’d let it continue. Just for the time being.

a/n: good morning!! Thank you everyone who’s been reading these drabbles with little human!reader ! I’m so thankful for the love, I can’t wait to write more

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That's sure is SPECIFICALLY cinnamon rolls! 😊 Sukuna worked REALLY HARD for them🤗!

cinnamon rolls

thinking about househusband!sukuna who can't get a job due to his criminal history and his aggressive and violent nature, who stays home and does house chores and everything else in between for his beautiful wife, the bread winner.

he one day goes out with his friends–which he rather die than consider them his friends, and they jokingly tell him he should do something sweet for his wife.

"you should make her cinnamon rolls."

"hah?"

"cinnamon rolls! but instead of the frosting you should use your cum! but don't tell her, see if she'll notice, maybe she'll like them better than normal ones." gojo snickers.

"you think i'll do some stupid shit like that?"

"why not? too old to have enough in the tank for some cinnamon rolls?"

who would he be if he didn't prove gojo satoru wrong?

"why does it smell so sweet?" you had just come home from work, the first thing you noticed was the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting in the air.

"sukuna?"

kicking off your heels, you walked into the kitchen to see househusband!sukuna shirtless, with sweat trickling down his neck and a few trails down his muscular back.

"woman," he turns his neck, facing you before turning his entire body, revealing a glass bakeware with freshly baked cinnamon rolls and frosting. "try this."

you walked over to him, staring at the cinnamon rolls in his hands with an eyebrow raised.

"you don't bake."

"do you want them or not?" he huffed, "these are special, ya'know? so appreciate 'em."

"of course i appreciate them." you rolled your eyes.

swiping your finger through the frosting, picking up some of the sugar and cinnamon mixture with it, househusband!sukuna felt his cock twitch against his sweatpants at the sight of you putting your finger into your mouth as you looked up at him, sucking the frosting off of your finger.

"mmh! yummy!" you beamed innocently, taking more onto your finger and sucking on it, keeping eye contact with the tattooed man. "i can't wait to have a piece after dinner, love."

househusband!sukuna could feel his cock getting harder at the sight, but as he was about to tell you the frosting was his cum, you pressed your lips onto his cheek and turned around, walking into your shared room.

"you should make me more of that, 'kuna! the frosting is so good, it's not too sweet, it's a little salty, but the cinnamon and the sugar compliments it."

i guess there's nothing wrong with not telling you that househusband!sukuna spent an hour and a half fucking his hand to the homemade videos the two of you have made to have enough to cover all nine cinnamon rolls. if you're gonna want more, he's gonna need more videos... a win is a win.

notes: a lot of people i see are being accused of copying other bloggers and stuff, so before any of that happens– i remember reading something similar to this a while ago, like A WHILE ago, and it was so long ago, but i cannot for the life of me remember, so if you guys know who wrote this concept first, pls LET ME KNOW!!!!

⋆cvntybrat 2025. DO NOT repost, copy, translate or steal any of my works.

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*/Turn's in to Justin Bieber...

"THAT SHOULD BE ME...HOLDING YOUR HAND🎶🎵😔, THAT SHOULD BE ME MAKING YOU LAUGH!!! That's should be me...😔😔😔🎵🎶"

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

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Maybe I shouldn't fantasize about pet human x sukuna so much😭

I just think, Sukana likes to carry you around.

He doesn’t like you being on your feet, even though you say ‘I can’t sit in your lap all day, I have to earn my keep’ whatever that means.

When you’re not off in the garden picking fruits or vegetables, or tending to the castle, or by the beach playing with the children, playing in the sand— Sukana will personally come and sweep you off your feet.

Literally.

Why would you need to walk from the yard to library? Why would you need to walk from the bedroom to the dining room? And why would you dare think to put two feet to the ground and move them up and down to get to the bath?

Sukuna will carry you Princess style, in one of his arm, piggy back, over his shoulder— whatever it may be. You don’t need to walk when your with Sukana, all and powerful King of Curses.

Your delicate feet need a break, you’ve “worked” long enough (a long and treacherous five hours away from him).

And when you get up to go be on your lonesome, which isn’t apart of your “work” schedule, he has that all but irritated look on his face. Gripping at your hips to settle you back down into his lap, ignoring his underlings now irrelevant chatter.

“Pet, where do you think are you going?”

You blink, give him a confused look, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

And he’ll let out a disgruntled sigh, waving you off and looking away displeased, “Go quickly brat.”

Sukuna knows human lives are short and fragile, it’s best to take care of your human with care and kindness so they can live a long life and reincarnate to come back to him. You’ve promised your lives to the God. He must keep you in the best condition.

So at the end of the day, when he’s been stuck in meetings, or giving orders all day, he still rubs the soles of your feet like you’ve done years of work.

“Such a strong little thing, aren’t you pet?”

And when you moan at the ache leaving your feet the large man grunts smugly— “Maybe you shouldn’t leave my lap too often, hm little one?”

a/n: the first Sukuna draft to get out the dungeon. I fucking love him, I wanna write more soon.