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[midnightspasms]

"Won't you sing for me?"

Sukuna sees when you sing to Uraume, and it fills him with a burning need to have you.

He watches you sit at his companion's feet, your head on their lap, and their hand twisted in your hair as you sing, so beautiful, so melodic.

Who are you? Some servant girl he has never once noticed. Some mere mortal he has never bothered with before.

How can this sound flow from mortal lips?

He watches, transfixed as you sing, standing just behind the doors that lead to the balcony from his room, feeling like a thief in his own home. His four eyes are trained on you, on the top of your head, as you keep singing.

You just keep singing!

'Is this sorcery?' He thinks as he turns back, away from the scene of your serenade.

That night, he calls you to his room for the very first time.

There is a stiffness in Uraume's stride as they enter the servant chambers to call you. Your chest beats hard as you make your way down the dark walls, goosebumps erupting all over your flesh as you're face to face with the mahogany doors of his rooms.

When you open, the king of Curses is sat languidly on the plush chair in the middle of his room, his thick legs spread wide with pride. His chest is bare, and it gleams, planes of muscle exposed to your eyes, his thighs barely covered by the white fabric of his kimono.

He is silent as he urges you forward, staring as you stand right before him.

He stretches out his hand to you then, his pupils dilated, but his eyes soft as he beckons you. "Closer," with a voice deep and smooth like warm honey.

He curls his fingers forward briefly as he calls you to him. And as though possessed by the heat of his gaze, you find yourself walking forward without hesitation.

When Sukuna sits you on his lap, your body feels as though it's been engulfed in flames. His lower pair of arms are on your thighs, monstrously large palms caressing the skin of your legs. The upper left arm supports his head, elbow on the arm of the chair, the upper right just resting against the other arm of his chair.

His touch is as hot as his gaze, and the proximity has your throat tightening and your stomach twisting.

He reaches under your clothing, and embarrassingly, your legs spread wider for his hand almost automatically. When his finger comes to touch the slick of your heat, your mouth falls open in a light moan.

His idle arm comes up to thumb at your bottom lip softly. Then the one that was just between your legs comes up too, rubbing your wetness on your mouth.

"Sing," Sukuna says to you with that honeyed voice, that tone that makes you desperate for his approval.

And you sing for him.

You sing until his hand is back between your legs.

You sing as he trails his fingers along your weeping slit.

You sing as he thumbs at your burning clit, pressing the rough pad of his thumb against the aching bud.

You sing as he plunges his fingers deep into your cunt.

You sing as he finger fucks you on his thighs, your legs parted, one foot planted on the armrest of his own chair as he thrusts and thrusts his thick fingers into you repeatedly.

You sing as your body succumbs to him, as your song becomes incoherent, desperate moans falling from your mouth as you coat his fingers in your cum.

You sing as he fucks you in that chair.

You sing as he fucks you in his bed.

You sing as he fucks you on the balcony where he first saw you, crying out as you're stretched wide on two large cocks, crying into the night as he fills you over and over and over.

And you still sing, as he takes you back into his bed, two arms possessive holding your weakened body to him.

You sing as you fall asleep in Sukuna's arms.

[midnightspasms]

pairing: True form! Sukuna x priestess!reader

synopsis: You're the priestess of a small village Sukuna is visiting, and he's sent to receive blessings from you. He doesn't believe in shamans, but he's ready to listen to every lie you tell him.

warnings: true-form sukuna(two cocks), unprotected sex, slight mention of blood.

Sukuna sits with knees parted wide, and ankles crossed over each other atop the satin cushions in your shrine. His body is massive, two of his arms over his thighs, the palms of the other two planted on the ground next to his knees. He's leaning forward, watching you with mockery evident in the red of his eyes and the curve of his grin.

He thinks you're a fake, with your beguiling eyes and invitingly red lips, and the gossamer fabric that drapes over your frame. His eyes scan the jewels that are scattered over you and your shrine; the anklets, necklaces, and rings near the corner to his left; offerings that the people of this village give you.

This expedition was meant to be a quick one, a swift visit to the village that had sided with him decades ago during a war. Sukuna's intention was to see the chief, enjoy a festival in his own honour and maybe fuck a concubine or two in the palace before heading back.

But near the end of the festivities, the chief, red feom wine and round from gluttony, had offered to send him to the village's shrine to be blessed by their priestess. The curse found the thought amusing.

Ryōmen Sukuna didn't need any blessings.

But he was bored, and the concubine that was waiting in his chambers, an offering from the chief, wasn't the most exciting to look at. So he obliged, being led to the surprisingly lavish shrine at the back of the palace, and took a seat before you.

Truth be told, he didn't believe in shamans. Sorcerers and cursed spirits were the only sources of magic in this world, and the dead did not dwell with the living. Anybody that believed otherwise, that they could call upon the spirit of a dead man, was a liar.

But Sukuna was bored, and he was willing to entertain any lies that fell from your lips.

You were beguiling, rising to your knees the instant be pulled the silken blue curtains of your shrine, bowing before his feet. He sat without speaking, waiting for you to lie to him about blessings and prophecies.

When you rose from your position, looking up to his eyes, his lips stretched even further.

Your clothing is diaphanous; gauze like fabric going round your neck and falling over your breasts and your stomach. It's held together with gold fastenings around your waist and collar, but he can see your breasts, your pebbled nipples calling to him indecently.

Had he known the village had a priestess so ravishing, he'd have come for blessings sooner.

The thought has him chuckling.

"Speak, Charlatan." He commands you, his voice gravelly, deep.

He expects a frown, a stutter maybe, but not this. He doesn't expect you to smirk at him in that way, as though you expected his words.

"Charlatan? Is that what you think of me, Ryōmen-sama...?"

Your voice is like velvet. It's music to his ears and honey to his tongue. And your tone is amused, almost pleased. But still, he sees something.

"You joke of a priestess. You're a sham, aren't you?" He's laughing now, even more intrigued.

You grin at him, and he sees it again, finally understanding the glint he'd caught sight of. Every single tooth in your mouth is sharp, making you look vicious, like some snake.

"You were quicker than I expected." You told him.

"Cursed spirit?" He asks.

You stand to your feet before him, and now he can see everything; the sinful outline of your figure, the mould between your legs. He's hardening beneath his clothes, and he's sure you can see it.

"My mother was a whore for a water spirit." You told him.

Siren.

"And you?" He asks with a grin, leaning back and uncrossing his ankles sk his feet are planted on the ground, legs parted wide invitingly.

"And me?" You whisper to him with a sensuous smile on your pretty lips, walking over to where he was sat.

He's grinning when you're right above him, one of his hands coming to hold your shin, slowly rubbing, going upwards till his palm is at the back of your knee.

"Are you a whore like your mother?" He says and licks his lips, well aware that his cocks are obscenely hard, making his desire obvious.

Your pussy is glorious, it sucks him in the instant be starts pushing into you. His hands are all over your body as you moan and whine his name, palms over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, a thumb pushing into the tight rim of your ass, preparing it for his second cock.

"Su- Sukuna...~" you groan as he bottoms out into your cunt, the stretch as intense as it was pleasurable. You'd never had anything so big, pulsing with heat and veins running over the side as he massaged your velvety walls with each thrust.

He's grinning wide as he watches your face contort with pleasure from each move he makes. That and the fact that he's barely done anything and you're creaming.

"I've never fucked a curse," He tells you, thrusting his hips up and into you whilst his thumb dug deeper into your ass, trying to stretch it out. The overstimulation had tears coming to your eyes.

"But you're only half a curse, aren't you?" He laughs. "Is that why you're pussy's so tight? So warm- fuck!" He resists the urge to through his head back when your can't flutters around him.

His upper left arm is supporting his weight with his palm on the ground, and so is his upper right. The lower right, previously twisting at your nipples is now wrapped around his bottom cock, needy and hard, spurting pre unto the rounders of your ass, and the thumb of his lower left is finally pulling out of your tight rim of muscle.

Your words are incomprehensible now, and he can feel you drooling unto his shoulder, but he doesn't care much now. Not when the mushroom tip of his needy cock is bullying it's way into your second hole, stretching it as he pushed through.

"Fuuckk me-" your moan is broken as you're filled to the brim with dick, nails digging into the corded muscle of his back and sharp teeth biting into his wet shoulder, drawing blood and you lick at it greedily.

The pain has him grunting, has him harshly bucking into you and bottoming out in one swift motion. You scream when he does, your teeth leaving his shoulder with a deep bite mark.

But he doesn't care.

Not when both his cocks are enveloped by your warmth, a white ring circling the base of the one in your pussy as he pounds into you desperately.

"You fucking whore-" He spits out as he fucks you, hard and unforgivable, two of his palms digging into your sides to hold you up so he can slam into you easier. "-sucking me in this way. Look how bad you fucking want it."

You're drooling again, your body limp in his hold, tears beginning to gather in your eyes. "Please. Fu- fuck please." What are you begging for? "Keep going.... don't stop- don't stop fucking me."

He grins at that, increasing his pace. Each squelch of your pussy, each loud slap of his balls against your ass has both of you nearing the edge. And he doesn't care who else can hear him fucking the priestess inside her own sacred shrine, because nothing is stopping him from taking you with him when he leaves.

[midnightspasms]

pairing: True form! Sukuna x priestess!reader

synopsis: You're the priestess of a small village Sukuna is visiting, and he's sent to receive blessings from you. He doesn't believe in shamans, but he's ready to listen to every lie you tell him.

warnings: true-form sukuna(two cocks), unprotected sex, slight mention of blood.

Sukuna sits with knees parted wide, and ankles crossed over each other atop the satin cushions in your shrine. His body is massive, two of his arms over his thighs, the palms of the other two planted on the ground next to his knees. He's leaning forward, watching you with mockery evident in the red of his eyes and the curve of his grin.

He thinks you're a fake, with your beguiling eyes and invitingly red lips, and the gossamer fabric that drapes over your frame. His eyes scan the jewels that are scattered over you and your shrine; the anklets, necklaces, and rings near the corner to his left; offerings that the people of this village give you.

This expedition was meant to be a quick one, a swift visit to the village that had sided with him decades ago during a war. Sukuna's intention was to see the chief, enjoy a festival in his own honour and maybe fuck a concubine or two in the palace before heading back.

But near the end of the festivities, the chief, red feom wine and round from gluttony, had offered to send him to the village's shrine to be blessed by their priestess. The curse found the thought amusing.

Ryōmen Sukuna didn't need any blessings.

But he was bored, and the concubine that was waiting in his chambers, an offering from the chief, wasn't the most exciting to look at. So he obliged, being led to the surprisingly lavish shrine at the back of the palace, and took a seat before you.

Truth be told, he didn't believe in shamans. Sorcerers and cursed spirits were the only sources of magic in this world, and the dead did not dwell with the living. Anybody that believed otherwise, that they could call upon the spirit of a dead man, was a liar.

But Sukuna was bored, and he was willing to entertain any lies that fell from your lips.

You were beguiling, rising to your knees the instant be pulled the silken blue curtains of your shrine, bowing before his feet. He sat without speaking, waiting for you to lie to him about blessings and prophecies.

When you rose from your position, looking up to his eyes, his lips stretched even further.

Your clothing is diaphanous; gauze like fabric going round your neck and falling over your breasts and your stomach. It's held together with gold fastenings around your waist and collar, but he can see your breasts, your pebbled nipples calling to him indecently.

Had he known the village had a priestess so ravishing, he'd have come for blessings sooner.

The thought has him chuckling.

"Speak, Charlatan." He commands you, his voice gravelly, deep.

He expects a frown, a stutter maybe, but not this. He doesn't expect you to smirk at him in that way, as though you expected his words.

"Charlatan? Is that what you think of me, Ryōmen-sama...?"

Your voice is like velvet. It's music to his ears and honey to his tongue. And your tone is amused, almost pleased. But still, he sees something.

"You joke of a priestess. You're a sham, aren't you?" He's laughing now, even more intrigued.

You grin at him, and he sees it again, finally understanding the glint he'd caught sight of. Every single tooth in your mouth is sharp, making you look vicious, like some snake.

"You were quicker than I expected." You told him.

"Cursed spirit?" He asks.

You stand to your feet before him, and now he can see everything; the sinful outline of your figure, the mould between your legs. He's hardening beneath his clothes, and he's sure you can see it.

"My mother was a whore for a water spirit." You told him.

Siren.

"And you?" He asks with a grin, leaning back and uncrossing his ankles sk his feet are planted on the ground, legs parted wide invitingly.

"And me?" You whisper to him with a sensuous smile on your pretty lips, walking over to where he was sat.

He's grinning when you're right above him, one of his hands coming to hold your shin, slowly rubbing, going upwards till his palm is at the back of your knee.

"Are you a whore like your mother?" He says and licks his lips, well aware that his cocks are obscenely hard, making his desire obvious.

Your pussy is glorious, it sucks him in the instant be starts pushing into you. His hands are all over your body as you moan and whine his name, palms over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, a thumb pushing into the tight rim of your ass, preparing it for his second cock.

"Su- Sukuna...~" you groan as he bottoms out into your cunt, the stretch as intense as it was pleasurable. You'd never had anything so big, pulsing with heat and veins running over the side as he massaged your velvety walls with each thrust.

He's grinning wide as he watches your face contort with pleasure from each move he makes. That and the fact that he's barely done anything and you're creaming.

"I've never fucked a curse," He tells you, thrusting his hips up and into you whilst his thumb dug deeper into your ass, trying to stretch it out. The overstimulation had tears coming to your eyes.

"But you're only half a curse, aren't you?" He laughs. "Is that why you're pussy's so tight? So warm- fuck!" He resists the urge to through his head back when your can't flutters around him.

His upper left arm is supporting his weight with his palm on the ground, and so is his upper right. The lower right, previously twisting at your nipples is now wrapped around his bottom cock, needy and hard, spurting pre unto the rounders of your ass, and the thumb of his lower left is finally pulling out of your tight rim of muscle.

Your words are incomprehensible now, and he can feel you drooling unto his shoulder, but he doesn't care much now. Not when the mushroom tip of his needy cock is bullying it's way into your second hole, stretching it as he pushed through.

"Fuuckk me-" your moan is broken as you're filled to the brim with dick, nails digging into the corded muscle of his back and sharp teeth biting into his wet shoulder, drawing blood and you lick at it greedily.

The pain has him grunting, has him harshly bucking into you and bottoming out in one swift motion. You scream when he does, your teeth leaving his shoulder with a deep bite mark.

But he doesn't care.

Not when both his cocks are enveloped by your warmth, a white ring circling the base of the one in your pussy as he pounds into you desperately.

"You fucking whore-" He spits out as he fucks you, hard and unforgivable, two of his palms digging into your sides to hold you up so he can slam into you easier. "-sucking me in this way. Look how bad you fucking want it."

You're drooling again, your body limp in his hold, tears beginning to gather in your eyes. "Please. Fu- fuck please." What are you begging for? "Keep going.... don't stop- don't stop fucking me."

He grins at that, increasing his pace. Each squelch of your pussy, each loud slap of his balls against your ass has both of you nearing the edge. And he doesn't care who else can hear him fucking the priestess inside her own sacred shrine, because nothing is stopping him from taking you with him when he leaves.

[midnightspasms]

pairing: True form! Sukuna x priestess!reader

synopsis: You're the priestess of a small village Sukuna is visiting, and he's sent to receive blessings from you. He doesn't believe in shamans, but he's ready to listen to every lie you tell him.

warnings: true-form sukuna(two cocks), unprotected sex, slight mention of blood.

Sukuna sits with knees parted wide, and ankles crossed over each other atop the satin cushions in your shrine. His body is massive, two of his arms over his thighs, the palms of the other two planted on the ground next to his knees. He's leaning forward, watching you with mockery evident in the red of his eyes and the curve of his grin.

He thinks you're a fake, with your beguiling eyes and invitingly red lips, and the gossamer fabric that drapes over your frame. His eyes scan the jewels that are scattered over you and your shrine; the anklets, necklaces, and rings near the corner to his left; offerings that the people of this village give you.

This expedition was meant to be a quick one, a swift visit to the village that had sided with him decades ago during a war. Sukuna's intention was to see the chief, enjoy a festival in his own honour and maybe fuck a concubine or two in the palace before heading back.

But near the end of the festivities, the chief, red feom wine and round from gluttony, had offered to send him to the village's shrine to be blessed by their priestess. The curse found the thought amusing.

Ryōmen Sukuna didn't need any blessings.

But he was bored, and the concubine that was waiting in his chambers, an offering from the chief, wasn't the most exciting to look at. So he obliged, being led to the surprisingly lavish shrine at the back of the palace, and took a seat before you.

Truth be told, he didn't believe in shamans. Sorcerers and cursed spirits were the only sources of magic in this world, and the dead did not dwell with the living. Anybody that believed otherwise, that they could call upon the spirit of a dead man, was a liar.

But Sukuna was bored, and he was willing to entertain any lies that fell from your lips.

You were beguiling, rising to your knees the instant be pulled the silken blue curtains of your shrine, bowing before his feet. He sat without speaking, waiting for you to lie to him about blessings and prophecies.

When you rose from your position, looking up to his eyes, his lips stretched even further.

Your clothing is diaphanous; gauze like fabric going round your neck and falling over your breasts and your stomach. It's held together with gold fastenings around your waist and collar, but he can see your breasts, your pebbled nipples calling to him indecently.

Had he known the village had a priestess so ravishing, he'd have come for blessings sooner.

The thought has him chuckling.

"Speak, Charlatan." He commands you, his voice gravelly, deep.

He expects a frown, a stutter maybe, but not this. He doesn't expect you to smirk at him in that way, as though you expected his words.

"Charlatan? Is that what you think of me, Ryōmen-sama...?"

Your voice is like velvet. It's music to his ears and honey to his tongue. And your tone is amused, almost pleased. But still, he sees something.

"You joke of a priestess. You're a sham, aren't you?" He's laughing now, even more intrigued.

You grin at him, and he sees it again, finally understanding the glint he'd caught sight of. Every single tooth in your mouth is sharp, making you look vicious, like some snake.

"You were quicker than I expected." You told him.

"Cursed spirit?" He asks.

You stand to your feet before him, and now he can see everything; the sinful outline of your figure, the mould between your legs. He's hardening beneath his clothes, and he's sure you can see it.

"My mother was a whore for a water spirit." You told him.

Siren.

"And you?" He asks with a grin, leaning back and uncrossing his ankles sk his feet are planted on the ground, legs parted wide invitingly.

"And me?" You whisper to him with a sensuous smile on your pretty lips, walking over to where he was sat.

He's grinning when you're right above him, one of his hands coming to hold your shin, slowly rubbing, going upwards till his palm is at the back of your knee.

"Are you a whore like your mother?" He says and licks his lips, well aware that his cocks are obscenely hard, making his desire obvious.

Your pussy is glorious, it sucks him in the instant be starts pushing into you. His hands are all over your body as you moan and whine his name, palms over your breasts, tweaking your nipples, a thumb pushing into the tight rim of your ass, preparing it for his second cock.

"Su- Sukuna...~" you groan as he bottoms out into your cunt, the stretch as intense as it was pleasurable. You'd never had anything so big, pulsing with heat and veins running over the side as he massaged your velvety walls with each thrust.

He's grinning wide as he watches your face contort with pleasure from each move he makes. That and the fact that he's barely done anything and you're creaming.

"I've never fucked a curse," He tells you, thrusting his hips up and into you whilst his thumb dug deeper into your ass, trying to stretch it out. The overstimulation had tears coming to your eyes.

"But you're only half a curse, aren't you?" He laughs. "Is that why you're pussy's so tight? So warm- fuck!" He resists the urge to through his head back when your can't flutters around him.

His upper left arm is supporting his weight with his palm on the ground, and so is his upper right. The lower right, previously twisting at your nipples is now wrapped around his bottom cock, needy and hard, spurting pre unto the rounders of your ass, and the thumb of his lower left is finally pulling out of your tight rim of muscle.

Your words are incomprehensible now, and he can feel you drooling unto his shoulder, but he doesn't care much now. Not when the mushroom tip of his needy cock is bullying it's way into your second hole, stretching it as he pushed through.

"Fuuckk me-" your moan is broken as you're filled to the brim with dick, nails digging into the corded muscle of his back and sharp teeth biting into his wet shoulder, drawing blood and you lick at it greedily.

The pain has him grunting, has him harshly bucking into you and bottoming out in one swift motion. You scream when he does, your teeth leaving his shoulder with a deep bite mark.

But he doesn't care.

Not when both his cocks are enveloped by your warmth, a white ring circling the base of the one in your pussy as he pounds into you desperately.

"You fucking whore-" He spits out as he fucks you, hard and unforgivable, two of his palms digging into your sides to hold you up so he can slam into you easier. "-sucking me in this way. Look how bad you fucking want it."

You're drooling again, your body limp in his hold, tears beginning to gather in your eyes. "Please. Fu- fuck please." What are you begging for? "Keep going.... don't stop- don't stop fucking me."

He grins at that, increasing his pace. Each squelch of your pussy, each loud slap of his balls against your ass has both of you nearing the edge. And he doesn't care who else can hear him fucking the priestess inside her own sacred shrine, because nothing is stopping him from taking you with him when he leaves.