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6'1...

You should’ve known something was up when Sukuna wore the boots. Not the casual ones. The loud ones — black leather, combat-style, definitely adding unnecessary height to his already skyscraper frame.

The group outing was supposed to be chill. Your friends, their boyfriends, some drinks, good food. You didn’t expect war.

“Hey, how tall are you again?” one of the boyfriends asked, half-smiling, trying to make small talk.

Sukuna sipped his drink, leaned back in his chair like he wasn’t 6’5 of muscle and chaos. “Me? I’m like 6'1.”

You immediately blinked. “What—?”

But it was too late. The room shifted.

One boyfriend, who claims to be 6'1, suddenly adjusted his posture. The other two were already side-eyeing each other like it was a standoff.

“…Wait. I thought you were taller than that?” one of the girls said, tilting her head.

“Nah,” Sukuna said smoothly, eyes locked on the guys. “Everyone says that. Must be my energy.”

One guy fake-laughed. Another subtly kicked his shoes off under the table like the inch mattered now. Someone even stood up under the guise of “stretching,” clearly just trying to gauge where they stood next to Sukuna — and failing.

You leaned over and whispered, “Why are you doing this?”

Sukuna didn’t look at you. “Shh. Watch.”

The girlfriends started questioning everything. “Wait… you told me you were 6'1?” “Yes I am!” “Are you sure?” “Why does Sukuna look taller than you by like, a lot?” “Babe… were you lying to me? Hold on, stand next to Sukuna. Stand up right now.”

One guy pulled out a phone and typed something in a panic. Another tried to slouch next to Sukuna, then realized that made it worse.

“I swear I’m 6'1!” one finally snapped.

“Same,” Sukuna said, not even blinking, sipping his drink like it was tea and not the blood of his enemies.

You're just sitting there in secondhand embarrassment, fighting the urge to say something, while your man caused a full-blown masculinity crisis.

Later that night you asked, “Why’d you do that?”

Sukuna shrugged, smug. “They needed to be humbled.”

“Do you feel better now?”

He kissed your cheek smiling. “Yeah. A little.”

Unhinged. Irredeemable. Insane.

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The naughty angel~

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𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍

older man.

something about them.

something about their fat meaty cocks.

something about the girthiness of their veiny cock.

something about the way their swollen red tip push your meaty pussy lips apart, ripping through the sticky gummy walls of your pussy.

something about the way their fat cocks pound the cervix of your needy wet pussy.

heavy balls slamming with a wet sound against your soft ass with each hard thrust.

veiny thick forearm flexing as they keep your little sore pussy spread, gaped wide open ready to feed on cock.

pushing your leg next to your head, putting you in a position you never thought you could be put in.

leaning in close to your face while their rough hands never leaving your legs, sweat dripping from their messy hair as they huff, grunt like a dog in heat, rutting into your pussy.

something about them got you obsessed.

so obsessed to the point you had no dignity, being degraded like that at your work place.

your wet pussy gaped widen open at the meeting table. hot fluid gushing from your twitching hole, dripping down the table, coating it with your sticky juice.

four hungry eyes on you, four heavy cocks out, swollen with boiled cum that was ready to be fucked in you.

you were blindfolded, a chokeball was pushing down your wet tongue causing you to drool everywhere, warm saliva dripping down your lips.

you can feel a rough finger slowly circling your puffy clit before trailing down and circling your hole.

"already this fucking wet?". your boss, sukuna tsk at the filthy mess your pussy was making.

he doesn't give you time to react to his words because he already shoved two of his thick fingers deep inside your leaking hole.

two fingers turn into four fingers. your eyes were crossed, choking on your own drool as you tremble. you can feel sukuna slowly shoving his whole fist into your already sore pussy.

you hear gojo groaning behind sukuna as he watches the way your poor little pussy was spurting juice everywhere, trying to swallow sukunas fist.

your hole was gaping wide open as it gets hammered by his fist, your needy pussy sucks his whole fist in with a squelchy wet sound.

he was ripping your pink gooey walls apart, sukuna hiss as he feels the warmth and stickiness of your walls gripping his fist tightly.

"tryin to milk' my fucking fist? hm?". sukuna growls before pounding his hand further into your pussy, creating a belly bludge. your eyes widen, a muffled scream rip out of you as you feel him hitting your cervix, you can feel him in your belly.

he doesn't give you time to adjust. his fist was already thrusting out with a wet sloppy pop, your pussy was gaping open, your gummy slimey walls were visible to the other men in the room, before he shoves it back in.

your pussy effortlessly sucks his fist back in, the lewd sound of your swollen pussy being fisted filled the room.

sukunas fist kept bludging your belly as he fucks it in, and the bludge dissolve as he fucks it out. drill it inside your belly.

you were choking on your sobs, getting treated like nothing but a pussy socket.

you were squirting everywhere with each pound of his fist, hot fluid flying across the room as your warm cum was spurting down his forearm, spilling, dripping and coating his shirt that was rolled up his forearm.

they didn't go to waste, because little did you know toji was rubbing his fat cock on the table that was coated with your hot fluid.

coating his swollen pink tip with your juice, mixing it with his precum that was leaking down his veiny dick.

your mind was to foggy, to fucked to realize gojo and geto were stroking their meaty cock in front of your face.

panting as they squeeze their sensitive tip one last time before hot piss shoot directly into your choked mouth.

mixing with the drool that was dripping down your lips.

continue?...

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Think you could take a 10x10 inch cock? Asking for a friend 👀

like is it a cube or am i misunderstanding

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My boy has seen too much 😭

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I like how the kings’ personalities are included in here

Satan’s being an angy impatient cat as he is. I definitely can imagine him filling the glass to some point and just decided to “fuck it, MC. I like your face when licking the cup better”

Mammon- full, like his wallet- ehem. I kinda expect him to put some gold flakes 🤣

Leviathan- this perfectionist… do you spend time cleaning the cup 🤣🤣? Also I’m curious, do you have difficulties just jerking off and decided to stop bc it was almost spilling? (Leviathan attacker, on the other hand, will not be such of a perfectionist, and the table, the room would be covered in cvm😰)

Beelzebub- let him cook. I think he added some whipped cream? Glad to see he is not distracted by adhd when it comes to MC

Lucifer - apparently we have holy cvm now-

You can bring that cup into a room and it will still replace the damn light

Belphegor- apparently none got into the cup. He’s way too lazy to put it in 😭

Asmo- no comment. He’s being himself actually.

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Love you

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Some out of context Alfons lines

Most of these are from his route, so Spoiler warning

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I can't pay this month's rent prank on my boyfriend!sukuna

You leaned against the kitchen counter, casually scrolling through your phone while Sukuna towered by the stove, shirtless as usual, making breakfast. His broad shoulders and tattooed arms flexed with every movement, the sheer size of him making the spacious kitchen feel small.

You smirked, the mischievous idea popping into your head. It was time to mess with him.

“Hey, babe?” you started, trying to sound unsure.

“Hm?” he grunted, not looking up from the pan as he flipped the eggs with precision.

“So... I can’t pay my share of the rent this month. I’m really sorry,” you said, putting on your best apologetic voice.

The spatula stopped mid-air. Slowly, he turned to face you, his crimson eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I just... don’t have enough this month,” you said with a dramatic sigh. “Things are tight, you know?”

Sukuna’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and then he straightened to his full, intimidating height. The sight of him—looking thoroughly offended—would’ve had anyone else running for cover.

“Tight?” he repeated, his deep voice dripping with incredulity. “What the hell do you mean ‘tight’? Since when have you ever paid rent?!”

You bite the inside of your cheek, struggling to keep a straight face. “Well, I thought maybe I should start contributing, but—”

“Contributing?!” he barked. He threw the spatula down with a clatter, crossing the room in two long strides to stand right in front of you.

You looked up at him, blinking innocently, while he glared down at you, his massive frame practically eclipsing the light. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his tone sharp. “You think you need to contribute? To my building? The one I OWN?”

You shrugged, barely containing your laughter. “Well, yeah...”

“Y/N,” he growled, his jaw clenching. “You’ve never paid for a single thing in your life. Not rent, not groceries, not even the goddamn Netflix subscription. What’s next? You’re gonna tell me you’re struggling to pay the water bill?”

You blinked again. “How much is water?”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, running a hand through his pink hair like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You wouldn’t last two seconds paying bills. Why the hell would you even say something like this?”

“I just feel bad sometimes, you know?” you said, tilting her head to look up at him.

His expression softened for half a second before he snapped, “You feel bad?! Woman, do I look like I need your rent money?!” He pointed to himself. “Do I?!”

You shook her head, her lips twitching.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered. He placed his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you between his arms. “Are you in trouble? Huh? Do you need money? Tell me right now, or so help me—”

“I’m not in trouble!” you laughed, unable to hold it in anymore. “It’s a prank!”

Sukuna froze. “What?”

You were laughing so hard you could barely get the words out. “It’s a prank, babe. I was messing with you!”

The room went silent except for the sound of your giggles. Sukuna just stared at you, blinking slowly, his face unreadable. Then he took a step back and ran his hands over his face with a groan. “Unbelievable. I just had a damn heart attack, and for what? For a prank?!”

“I’m sorry!” you said, still laughing.

“You’re lucky I don’t throw you out the window,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “You’re driving me insane, woman.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and grabbed your face, pulling you into a searing kiss that left you breathless. His lips were rough, his grip firm, and the sheer intensity of it made your toes curl. When he finally pulled back, you were left staring up at him, dazed.

“For the record,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours, “you’re never paying for a damn thing. Got it?”

“Got it,” you whispered, your cheeks flushed.

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Later that day, you posted a short clip of their interaction online, the internet exploded to say the least.

“NOT HIM BEING OFFENDED THAT SHE EVEN MENTIONED RENT.”

“That kiss at the end??? Ma’am, are you alive?”

“He looks like he eats nails for breakfast but acts like her stress is the enemy. I need this.”

“WHO LET THIS MAN BE SO BIG AND SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME???”

“He looks like he could throw her and the fridge out of the house, but instead he kisses her like he’ll die without her???”

“No, but the way he said, ‘Do I look like I need your rent money?’ with his whole chest? That’s a MAN.”

“He’s got big ‘pays the bills without letting you lift a finger’ energy. And I mean ALL the bills.”

“This man is built like a WWE champion, but the only thing he’s body-slamming is the stress in her life.”

“He’s definitely rich-rich. Like, ‘owns the whole building and forgot about it’ rich.”

“Imagine pranking the kind of man who doesn’t even look at the price when he buys stuff. Brave.”

“He looks like he’ll fight anyone who even breathes wrong around you. Please prank him again; we need more content.”

It didn’t stop there. People started creating memes:

A still of Sukuna glaring down at Y/N with the caption: “When she says she can’t pay rent, but you literally own the entire block.”

Another image of him pointing to himself, yelling, “DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED YOUR RENT MONEY?” paired with, “Me when my broke friends try to Venmo me for $2.”

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Is he gonna ask me if I would still love him if he was a worm?

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finally got motivation to draw... :3 should i do mr silvair and scarletta??

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Some HS! AU head canons!

I might make part 2! Still thinking of some ideas 😆

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Чуть чуть миленького ползунчика

Мой тгк: @ToiOtta

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(HS! Au)Rainy Day ☔️

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