#SUKUNAAAA !!!!

[dhoranbolt]

Ignoring the fact I should be working on priest Sukuna but just hear me out cause reincarnated lover is heavy on the brain rn

How about she's his love from the Heian era but there's something about him being a curse that saps the life out of her. Their love itself is a curse.

She's immediately reincarnated, and they'll find each other again eventually (because they always do, it's only a matter of time), only for his presence in her life to do it all over again. The younger he finds her the less time her body can handle it, and she's dead within months.

If he's lucky enough to find her a little later she can hold out for a bit longer, but she's never lived past a year before she dies. He's watched her die so many times, and every time he dies a little too.

So imagine his horror when he's taking up space in his vessel and there's that familiar voice- accompanied by her. And he's conflicted because he thought maybe she'd finally be free after all this time. But here she is, found her way back to him, and it's only a matter of time before the cycle repeats itself again.

Anyways if this seems interesting I could make it like a lil series or something

Tag: @saiki-enthusiast

[lxnarphase]

sukuna who can never let you ride him.

sukuna who starts off with saying he won't help you, that he wants to see you struggle and squirm, begging him to fuck you properly.

sukuna who loses his cool 5 minutes into you in his lap, every single fucking time he has you on him, his huge hands gripping your hips as he grunts and groans, fucking up into you so hard that his fat balls slap against your ass with each movement.

sukuna whose eyes roll into the back of his head as he practically whines your name over and over again. you're just so soft and he's hitting you so fucking deep, feeling how you drip down his cock and onto the bedsheets

sukuna who chokes when you giggle and start moving your hips too, cooing at how cute he looks when he loses himself in you like this

sukuna who tries to shut you up with his hand on your throat, squeezing as he tries to look all tough, growling for you to behave...but you can't, not when he's got those overstimulated tears in his eyes and droop dripping down his chin

sukuna who stutters over his words when he says, "y-you're s' fuckin' annoying, i-i hate you, hate you a-and this stupid fuckin'...sticky, wet, perfect pussy, goddd, jus' sucks me too good, what the fuck have you done t' me?"

sukuna who whimpers into your neck when you coo, telling him he's so cute when he tries to be mean when he can't stop fucking into you like the desperate little mess he is, nearly crushing you with his arms when his thick cum spills inside of you, his hips stuttering in pitiful little thrusts

[sukunastoy]

IM (S)CREAMING!!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG BBY!!!

AHHHH HES SO HOT AND PERFECT

apparently this is a challenge so I did it with true form Sukuna w/ normal amount of limbs because modern / gym AUs enhances my mental stability

(I'll just call this version "true gains Sukuna" or something, that's shorter)

[zuzu-draws]

Chat i just saw the sukuna panels of the chapter :''''') I'm having a hard time processing things, i just know when i get into the feels mode of analysing them, its gonna wreck me :'))

[kamiversee]

ngh

Me when me when me when me when

[sukugo]

sukuna pins gojo's hands like that and gojo nuts on the spot

[dhoranbolt]

I am absolutely imagining it

Imagine………….

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

[nueangel]

omg love is blind jjk men??? hahahaah that’d be really funny

[prettiedup]

do u write for sukunaaaa

if so can we have cum denial wit him. like fingering n teasing reader till she’s crying n babbling 🐾 <3

sugarpie ୨ৎ

not getting sukuna’s attention has you acting out ୨ৎ

yeah probs mii first nd last time writing abt kuna ^.^ i really enjoyed doing dis for u tho ^_^

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ SUGARPIE ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ --->  rough fingering, pet names (baby, princess, mama), shameless use of the word daddy :P, begging, clit slapping, squirting, daddydom!kuna, lawyer!kuna, orgasm denial

“kuna.” you drag out his name as you climb onto his lap. it’s been hours since he’s given you any sort of attention, you understood that the paperwork he is working on is extremely important. he briefly explained to you days prior about taking on a big case that would bring in a lonesome amount of money once everything was said and done. which is fine, of course you’re gonna support your kuna in whatever he takes on. but what isn’t fine is his attention being diverted to papers instead of you.

he grumbles out while he leans to your side so that he could see what was displayed on his desk. you sit quietly on his lap for a few moments, your mind is racing with how you could get his attention back onto you. a deep rooted, responsible and sensible side of you reminds you that he’s working and he told you that he would be busy on it, you know you’re being selfish but you can’t find it in you to care. if anything it’s sukuna’s fault for spoiling you so much! 

“kuna.” you whine again. your head lays on his hard shoulder while your hands begin slithering against his waist. even through his shirt you could feel the hardened muscles, you loved just running your acrylic tips over his muscles and watching them tense every now and then. “daddy, are you ignoring me?” you ask with a frown that sukuna didn’t need to see, he could hear it in your voice.

“‘f course not, baby. ‘m just busy trying to sign these documents.” sukuna barely pays attention to the words coming out of his mouth as he jots down more and more onto the paper. 

“aren’t you tired?” you huff, “can’t you just take a little break?”

“not right now. i need to stay on top of this case ‘nd fill out as much as i can as fast as i can.” he suddenly leans down a little to grab a paper thats on the far end of his desk. you wrap your arms tighter around him, but you know sukuna would never let you fall. no matter how busy and out of it he seems.

you don’t like that response at all. you roll your eyes at his resistance and settle with resting your head on the crook of his neck. you breathe in his cologne. the colognes’ he wears pairs so well with his natural scent. they smell so warm but masculine in a way. you close your eyes, opting to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his heart thumping and his body movements each time he inhales and exhales. you use the sound of the pen sliding against the paper as white noise.

you hum softly against him. this is better than being in separate rooms, you suppose. you would prefer for his attention to be on you completely but you’ll take what’s given at the moment. usually, you’d be chattering away about minuscule things while sukuna works but he quickly shut that down weeks ago.

“my office is my sanctuary, princess. i don’t care if you come ‘n here but you have to stay quiet so daddy can focus.” the firmness in his tone left no room for debate, which is why you slowly nodded your head while looking up at him.

you were only able to sit still and quiet for a few minutes, you tried, you really did. but you couldn't contain yourself from letting out littles hums and shifting your hips every few minutes. your little thin panties would get snagged on the shape of his cock causing little whimpers to escape from your throat when it does happen. sukuna doesn’t comment on anything you do, only occasionally patting your thigh when he deems you are moving too much.

“kuna, please.” you whine out as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him fully. you didn’t have to say what you wanted, he knew. he always does.

“‘m working, mama.” he reminds you. irritation is seeping through his usual tone. hearing the slowly growing firmness begin to take over his words causes little hairs to stand up on your body, you both loved and hated when he talked to you like this.

“i don’t care! i need you kuna!” you clutch at his shirt with your hands. the hairs continue to stand.. no way you just raised your voice at him. a twitch of fear settles in your stomach. 

“watch your tone.” he stops writing completely. 

“wouldn’t have gotten loud if you would’ve jus’ paid attention to me.” you mutter under your breath as you begin getting off of his lap.

“the fuck you just say?” 

୨୧

“kuna, i can’t! ‘s too much please!” you cry out as his thick fingers roughly pump into your fat pussy. the sounds of your arousal coating his digits filled the room, you were so fucking wet. he had already managed pull an almost orgasm out of you. he waited until you were breathing heavy and for your legs to be shaking desperately to pull away. 

he doesn’t respond to you, only forcing your legs further with one hand while adding another finger. you squeal and whine while clutching on his wrist. his fingers are so fucking thick inside your sensitive pussy. your clutch at his wrist does nothing to slow him down.

your poor pussy could do nothing but take his aggressive fingers, you thrashed around on his lap which only made him slink an arm around your waist to hold you in place.  fat tears ran down your cheeks as he continued holding your legs open so that he could continue to fill you.

everything about sukuna is thick. not just his fingers, but his cock (especially that), his muscles, his personality. those were just minor reasons that added up to why you loved him. 

hearing the humiliating squelch, squelch, squelch and just feeling your arousal dripping down from your everflowing pussy to his lap. if you weren’t getting fucked stupid by his fingers you would’ve been embarrassed from the growing wet spot that is forming on his slacks. 

“talkin’ t’me crazy.. have you lost your fucking mind?” he asks. with every word he’s hammering his fingers as deep as he possibly could, it’s almost to the point that it hurts. you whimper out a soft “daddy” and try to close your legs to prevent him from continuing to abuse your poor pussy.

you can’t find it in you to say a response, instead, you let out loud mewls and sobs. sukuna doesn’t take much appreciation to his words being met with silence, with a rough huff he pulls out the hand that’s fucking you to oblivion to give you three rough slaps against your right thigh.

a piercing sob breaks through your lips,“yes! daddy! ah! yes! i'm sorry daddy!” you didn’t even know what you were saying. loud sniffles mixed with the words you slobbered out. you were a complete mess, you loved when sukuna got you like this.

“‘s okay, though. don’t worry, baby. daddy’s going to make sure you remember your manners.” he plunges his fingers back into you with no warning prompting an unexpected orgasm to shoot from your sensitive pussy. he groans and begins slapping at your clit. squeals escape from deep in your throat. he remembers specifically telling you not to cum until he said so.

“daddy! oh! ah! ah! i’m sorry!” you try to crawl away from the intensity of your orgasm. sukuna clicks his teeth and roughly pushes you back up so that your back is aligned evenly to his chest. you’re fully sobbing now as a stream leaks out and sprays onto his fingers, lap, and parts of his paperwork. 

“no more, kuna, puhllleeaaa-ahhmygodd..” your sentence is broken when he powers his movements back up. you’re still leaking out your orgasm when he adds a third finger. “daddy! kuna! baby! pleaseee, no more!” drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as you are dumbly babbling out to him.

“tch.” he sighs. “cummin’ even when i told you not to. you must really not be my good girl now? hm?” you could hear the smirk in sukuna’s voice. usually when he finds your actions amusing, you’d pout at him. but you were so fucked out all you could do is continue to grip his wrist weakly.

“‘s too much, kuna. toooo muchhhh.” you groan. you try closing your legs around his hand once again and this time sukuna bites down on your shoulder making you squirm. he didn’t bite down hard, he made sure to only use enough force to make you stop moving.

“keep ignorin’ me.” he warns. “your second time now. even while getting punished, you’re still actin’ up.” he jeered. “maybe you’re not my good girl after all.” 

“‘m your good girl. promise. ‘m your good girl.” you sniffle, he was still rubbing his fingers against your walls filling you up jussttt right. your eyes glance down and you could see his hand sparkling with your arousal and to make matters more intense his fingers are etched with your cream. you could only whine at the sight.

he places soft kisses on the side of your neck and jaw. “watch me fuck my pussy.” he mumbles while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “gonna make sure my pussy gets all the attention it's been beggin’ for, and you better not fucking cum again until i say so.”

[dhoranbolt]

@saiki-enthusiast

Practicing | Sukuna×Oc

[gamblersdoll]

cw: 18+, lmk if i didnt tag anything.

“stop fuckin runnin’!” sukuna snarled, thrusting his cock inside you from behind. you choke out a moan, gripping the sheet that was wet from the sweat and cum he had previously spilled.

“i-im not! fuck!” you moan aloud, feeling him spreading your cheeks apart to see more of you. “fuck–slow down!”

“uh uh, you said you wanted me so bad huh?” he spits, putting his hands on the lower of your back and putting all his weight on it while he slams himself into you. “fuck, youre so good.” he growls, slapping your ass. “take it, i know you can. you always can.” he says, gripping your arm.

“sukunaaaa!” you squeal, feeling him grind his tip into your gspot. “i–‘ho shit!” you cry, leaning up a bit trying to look at his face. but he doesn’t realize this, taking it as you still running away from something you wanted.

he slams your torso back into the mattress, using his second pair of arms to pin your shoulders down as the other set pin your hips. “the fuck did i just say?” he seethed, growling out. “fuck im gonna cum again.”

you hiccup, drooling into the pillow and pushing your ass back against his groin, receiving a pleased groan.

he pulls his cock out of you, spurts of white shooting across your back as you hear him breathe heavy. “youre not done.” he growled, yanking your frame to the edge of the bed.

you were going to die there.

[aurrorraaaa]

Taking care of ur sick husband! Sukuna in the Heian era :p

"Sukuna," you murmured, gently wiping his forehead with a damp cloth, "you really should rest. The court can manage without you for a day or two."

He grumbled softly, his voice hoarse from fever. "But what if they conspire against me in my absence?"

You chuckled, the sound echoing lightly in the room. "Oh, I think your reputation is fearsome enough to keep them in line, even while being sick."

He gave a weak smile, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and amusement— a rare sight indeed. “You always know how to reassure me, darling.”

"Well," you replied with a teasing glint in your eye, "someone has to keep the great Sukuna from worrying himself into an early grave."

He chuckled softly, a rare sound that warmed your heart. "I suppose I am fortunate to have you by my side."

"And I am fortunate to have you," you replied earnestly, setting the cloth aside and sitting closer to him, Giving him a peck on the cheek. “Rest now, my love. I'll be here."

It was strange really, strange that the almighty king of curses, the one whom is feared by everyone, felt so safe in the presence of a human. If the ones who feared him were to see this scene they would have been dumbfounded and wondered if he was even the same person that put so much fear in them. He quickly drifted into a deep sleep, you remained alert, watching over him with a tenderness reserved for these quiet moments. The palace buzzed with its usual activity outside, but within the shared bedroom of warmth and love, time seemed to slow down.

Hours passed, marked by the gentle rise and fall of Sukuna's chest, the occasional shift in his sleep. When he finally woke up, his fever broken and color returning to his cheeks, he found you still beside him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"You stayed," he murmured, his voice stronger now.

"Of course," you replied softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Who else would ensure you actually rest?"

He chuckled again, this time with more strength. "You have a point."

"I always do," you teased, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He turned his head slightly, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that showed his affection and appreciation. "Thank you, my Angel” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled against his mouth, savoring the moment. "You're welcome, my love. Now, let's get you back to full strength, shall we?"

Though he seemed to be better now, you continued to care for him, knowing that this display of his softer side had only deepened the bond between you. In sickness and in health, through success and failure, you would always be there for each other. Not even death could break you two apart, in every life you two would always find each other again and again!

AHHHHH I LOVE SOFT SUKUNAAAA >w<!!!!

[soapssuds]

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Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 13 | sukuna and a crush

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Warnings | none

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RYOMEN SUKUNA held her fiercely. His four arms never seemed to let her go. Anywhere he went, he made sure to have her follow. Be it behind him, beside him, or sitting atop his shoulders, or held in his arms.

He was always so cautious even when he was strongest back then.

"Where are you going?"

It was one of his lives where he had her all to himself.

"Nowhere..."

He knew when she was lying, when she was sad, happy, mad. It didn't matter how she hid her emotions. He could tell. He had many of her lives to practice after all.

"Is that so?"

She nodded, but she didn't look up to meet his gaze.

"Maybe i should force it out of you then."

Her eyes widened at that, which was when she decided to turn and run. Poor choice.

"Running away," he caught her easily, "you know you can't get away."

She pushed at his hands, his many many hands, "let go! I have to go somewhere!"

"Where? Why?"

She shook her head, refusing to answer.

"You leave me no choice, brat."

She grabbed one of his wrists, "Please! Anything but tickling! Anything but that!"

"Foolish woman, you resigned to your fate!"

"No! Hahaha! Stop! Stop it! If you tickle me I'm going to pee! Sukunaaaa!"

It wasn't everyday that other curses or servants witness THE King of Curses get into a tickle fight with his wife, and when it does happen? All one can do is look away and never speak of it. Because Sukuna may be soft with her, but with anyone else? It will mean death.

"Al- alright, alright! I'll tell you, just hah no more!"

Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes as she struggled within his grip. Her body withering as he finally stopped his assault.

He looked at her expectantly, but was obviously prepared to tickle her again if need be.

"That new cursed blade...the- hah- the blacksmith who made it was traveling to the town closest to hear today and tomorrow and I wanted him to make that blade for you."

She was still trying to catch her breath as her lungs finally got the air they needed and she no longer felt that ticklish feeling.

"Foolish woman..., we can just go together."

She pouted at him, arms crossed and everything, "it was supposed to be a surprise."

He rolled both sets of his eyes, spoiled, taken care of, doted on. Y/n was a handful even as his wife. But at least she was here. Alive.

"You'll get over it. Where I go, you go. Where you go, I go. That's the promise we made, and I expect you to keep, brat."

She huffed, "fine... but I still plan to wrap it for you and give it to you as present! And you better act surprised when you receive it!"

"Whatever."

"Hey!"

"Ughhh, what the? A dream?"

Itadori Yuji woke unceremoniously in the dead of night, the dream unfinished and his heart aching uncontrollably.

"Am I sick or something?"

Despite his inner turmoil and the questions that popped up into his mind, Sukuna didn't say anything. The last thing the King of Curses was going to do was explain to the brat was that he was dreaming of Sukuna's past.

Itadori decided to ignore the uneasy feeling in the end, and tried his best to go back to sleep, but he did admit that it was hard to.

I mean, he did dream of you, after all, which felt wrong to him.

[...]

"You're up late."

She felt someone gently flick her forehead, causing her to look up from her paperwork.

"Oh! Gojo! Yeah, I am. I just wanted to get some assignments ready for tomorrow- er," she glanced at the clock her desk, "I mean today," she said while amending her sentence. Her clock read 2:01 a.m. she honestly didn't realize how late she stayed.

"Why don't I take you home?"

She shook her head as she stood up from her desk and neatly stacked the papers before gathering up her belongings, "don't worry, Gojo! You don't have to."

"But I want to."

He gave her the best smile he could muster. Disarming, trustworthy, lighthearted. He didn't want to scare her away, but he also didn't want her to go away too soon. If she was going home, then he obviously wanted to go to.

"Well,... I guess a walking partner wouldn't be so bad," she relented, and he grinned.

"Who said anything about walking?"

"Wha-"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, "ever tried teleporting before?"

A rhetorical question. Of course she hasn't.

"G- gojo, I heard you could teleport, but I don't think I want to-"

He held her close, gently, "don't you trust me?"

She gave him a look, her mind working fast, "well, yes, but-"

"No buts! You said yes, and that's all I need."

He held her hand with his free one, "tell me where you live and you'll be there in flash."

She couldn't help her nerves, they were going haywire. Though, deep down, she did have to admit that she was curious to see how teleportation worked. She heard the rumors that Gojo could do it, so... maybe she should just give it a try? Once surely won't hurt.

So she gave him her address.

He grinned down at her when she relented, "then hold on tight."

She did as she was told and clung to the front of his uniform, her fingers twisted into the fabric as she screwed her eyes shut. Despite wanting to try, she still couldn't deny the fear that ebbed away at her.

There's a first for everything after all.

"And, we're here."

He was so close. His breath tickled her ear, it made her face feel hot all of a sudden as she let go of him and back away a bit. Though, her legs still felt a little wobbly, but luckily as she fell back, she landed on her couch which cushioned her fall.

"Oh wow."

The feeling was indescribable. It definitely felt weird from shifting from one place and then being in another so quickly.

"Pretty cool, right?"

"Mmm."

She still couldn't form many words even as she sat there.

"Hey, you good?"

She finally focused on Gojo then as he crouched in front of her, his blindfold was off and his bright, blue eyes were filled with concern that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm good... just next time... let's just walk together, ok?"

He smiled then and patted her knee, the sensation sending a jolt through her entire leg, "deal!"

He was excited for when next time would come by.

She cleared her throat then as she went to stand up, Gojo immediately helping her as he took her hands and pulled her. Her bag falling to the couch cushions.

"An- anyway, even though it's late, do you want anything? Something to drink or eat?"

He let go of her hands and stuffed them into his pockets, "nah, I'm good. Just wanted to get you home and safe was all."

She couldn’t deny how her face felt hot all of sudden and she wondered if he did this with all his female coworkers, "well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Always."

And even as she bid him goodnight and showed him to her front door of her apartment, she found that she wanted him to stay and talk a little longer.

But she wasn't stupid. He was good-looking, nice, a total catch. She knew he would never see her like that and that he probably has a totally hot and rich girlfriend warming his bed right now.

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle, "I have no chance with him. Best to toss this little crush of mine out the window," her sheepish laugh echoed a little in her empty hallway when she shut and locked the door.

The exhaustion from the days events finally hitting her as she made her way to her room so she could finally crash in her bed.

"Though, crushing on him a little won't hurt, right?"

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[brazenlystrong]

A soft hum emits shell-pink lips, a playful glint in luminous cerulean gaze, reveling in the accusation. Even as Sukuna claimed his lower lip in a bite, a sly smile still shapes Satoru's mouth. The tension between them feels electric. Satoru enjoys how it adds spice to the moment, how he manages to push Sukuna’s buttons and gets away with it.

Satoru can sense the rise of hips from below him—as his own crash down, the other's shoot up. The unpredictable motions create a whirlwind of energy, setting Gojo’s whole body ablaze and leaving him in a daze for a second in its wake. Limbs collide and entwine in an intoxicating frenzy.

Now, with a look of defiance in the infinite blue hue of Satoru’s eyes, he refuses to do as told. His stubborn gaze is paired with a teasing grin, as if to say he thrives on the adrenaline. And so, he will turn his playful resistance into a game of who will reach his limit first. But Satoru has a few tricks up his sleeve.

His hips press down deliberately even when Sukuna would push up, applying a thrilling weight that anchors Satoru. He grinds into Sukuna, creating a pulse of heat as their skins seal when lower halves connect. A double-edged sword. He aims to cause an impediment but while doing so it forces the air out of his lungs as their bodies fuse in such a way that he can feel Sukuna reach the farthest depth of his core possible.

“ You think you can make me? ” He murmurs in between huffs and puffs. With each thrust and scrape he makes sure to clench around him, his lips parting to initiate a kiss where his tongue is prodding against sharp teeth. He maintains a strong hold on Sukuna's hands, his fingers interlacing with his.

contrary to what people might believe, sukuna has no problem being pushed around. he harbors no preconceived notions of what he is expected to do or be, and he often takes more pleasure in defying what is expected of him based on look or attitude alone.

all of that is to say—

he enjoys being fucked as much as he enjoys fucking. gojo's flexibility ( literally or otherwise ) ensures that there is an equivalent push and pull. the combat can feel like sex and the sex can feel like combat and no matter who is holding the reins, they are completely in sync.

the familiar sound of his not-quite-whine not-quite-groan passes through a hungry mouth. he cranes his neck just to bite down on gojo's bottom lip after mumbling cheater against the plush softness there, knowing exactly what gojo is doing by whispering his name like that. attempting to hold out longer, he tightens his abdomen and raises his hips back up and down in counterrhythm to satoru's frantic pace.

sukuna needs him to spill first, needs satoru to feed it to him afterwards and share the taste with more intimate promises and breathy sighs.

"you started this, you've got to fucking finish it before i flip you over and make you finish."

not a threat, a promise. one that will be reforged over and over until satoru feels like he's just been caught in his own infinite void and can't remember his name.

[mervonis]

sukunaaaa

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[bonezoid]

sukunaaaa