#i love sukuna

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚see you again.₊˚⊹

SUKUNA'S LOVE FOR YOU surpassed time itself. he'd waited centuries for this moment, the moment you'd reunite with him. the moment he'd see you again.

-✩pair. heianera!sukuna x wife!reader. tags. violence, killing, major character death, morally gray reader, pet names, kissing, fluff, crying, minor angst, happy ending. wc.2k

-✩note. heavily based off the song!

saying he missed you was an understatement.

you were his queen, his everything. time meant nothing to the immortal king, but with you by his side he felt that his forever wasn't enough.

you came into his life swiftly, an offering from a village who was begging for sukuna’s grace. you were bound up and pliant, an angry look on your eyes. one that interested him, his hand moving to support his head as a smirk overcame his face.

a lack of tears from you fascinated him. he was met by furrowed brows rather than an expression of fear. a look of defiance as an ordered servant peeled the gag off your lips.

you said nothing, he was almost upset at how you ignored him, choosing to spend your first words in his presence to curse out the leaders of your village.

“silence.” with the point of his finger you still kept your expression, though shutting up. “she is right though,” he stood, walking over to where the three of you sat. one of the leaders shoving your neck to the floor to bow.

“uh, uh, uh.” sukuna waved his finger, “you should know i don't like my prizes to be touched.” your eyes widened out of reflex, the blood of the woman beside you now splattered on your skin. your mouth agape as you saw her head roll.

the lady next to you, her wife in crime, ran out screaming. “i don't remember giving you permission to run.” her body met a similar fate to her wife’s, body sliced diagonally in half. or so you think, you could only hear the sick tumbling of her body off the temple entrance.

he looked down at you, expecting you to scream or cry, to have to silence your sobbing self by a slit of the throat. though.. he was met with none of that.

a small smile, hidden by your bow that you hadn't moved from. relief in your eyes, relaxation in your stature.

“well isn't that interesting?” sukuna sauntered over to you. “raise your head.” you did so, wiping your smile off of your face. “why aren't you screaming sweet girl? your elders were just murdered in front of you.”

with a tilt of your head, as if the answer was so obvious, so simple, you began to explain. “it's not like i liked them or anything,” you wiped the blood off your face using the dead woman’s sleeve, “so why would i be sad?”

he found himself at a loss for words in the first time for a while. the woman’s hand made a hard thunk as it hid the floor again. he scoffed, another large smirk overtook his face. he picked you up off the floor, bending down and meeting you face to face. “i might just keep you.”

the understatement of the century.

it was gradual, yes, but you became more than his favorite. he found himself thinking of you when you weren't gone, moving you into a room connected to his personal chambers so he could speak to you more frequently. he asked your opinions on things, something he never thought he'd find himself doing. you'd sit next to him by throne, helping him pass judgment on those who'd ask for a moment of his time on the daily.

the sobbing that wrecked their bodies, snot slobbering over their faces, their heads kissing the floor as they begged to him. offerings piled up on the floor, many splattered with blood that would need to be cleaned off later.

he liked how you barely emoted, expecting the slash of his finger onto their necks. he liked how the flinches of your body faded away, a cold expression adorning your face now. as if you were above them, and to him you really were.

his quarters became yours too, he grew to adore the sight of you waiting in bed for him. the new silken robes he'd got custom for you, actually your entire wardrobe was put to shame at the staple pieces he'd chose for you.

you didn't get to sit on his throne, no. you sat above it. you sat on him, not even glancing away from him as one arm held you by the waist, passing judgment onto people for the day.

you weren't all a terror though. the concubines and harem he'd harbored over the years were all let go. any one who questioned him was stricken down.

you were gifted a lady in waiting, who'd grown fond of you. though equally scared of your cruel nature that rivaled the king of curses himself.

in life you were a sight to behold. as you awoke, showering with affection, tracing the markings of his skin, kissing the spots around his neck.

many months he spent with you. each rampage he'd gone on was cheered on by you, the taste of victory on his tongue as he gifted you items every time. jewelry, new robes, a garden outside.

though it all paired in comparison to your wedding ring. a stone, specially forged for you of your favorite color. it glistened in the light, though it had an undertone of black.

he adorned a similar band on his hand, lying not on his ring finger, but the pointer finger he used to massacre. so you'd always be with him.

after a particularly brutal one, leaving him with his body completely bloodied not with his own blood, he entered your quarters.

you ran your hand along his body, eyes squinting as you pulled his main hand to your face. “you need to be more careful ryo,” you brought it up to his face, “what if the blood stains your band? replacing it won't be easy.”

he chuckled, placing a hand on your head, making you squirm away from his bloody grasp. “don't worry, i'll take care of it.”

the same scenario played out for years, the years that you'd spent together with him. you'd tell him to be more careful, tell him to be more considerate of your bond symbolized by that ring, and he'd assure you. he remembered it like it was yesterday, the slices of life you'd had alongside him all embedded in his memory.

he wished you'd have taken your own advice. he wished he had hammered it into your head to be careful, to not venture off too far without him. but he didn't.

you left his life just as swiftly as you entered it. your lady in waiting ran into his room without warning, something that'd get her head cut off if it wasn't for the blood on her otherwise white robes. he stood up quickly, rushing his way out the door on instinct as he heed her words.

“the– the queen she’s–”

he silenced her, raising a hand before she could finish her sentence. he smelled it before he could see it, slowing down and walking over to where you said you'd stay out by the garden he'd made just for you.

the white roses were stained red, dripping with your blood as you laid in the flower bed. your face was at peace, eyes closed as if you were just in a short slumber.

though the hole in your stomach that ripped through even the fabric of your clothing let him know it was too late.

“k-king-” your lady in waiting started, hands shaking before he cut her off.

“you're relieved of your duty.”

“w-what?”

“i advise you to stay in our– my temple, i will not be kind these next few days. you may go.”

she bowed quickly, running off with tears brimming at her eyes.

it's what you want-- would've wanted.

your skin was whitened and pale, there was no heaving of your chest anymore. you were gone. and he was alone.

your body was buried in the gardens, your memory was becoming lost to time.

it was seen in the alignment of his throne now that you weren't leaving up against its side, the absence of your shoes by the door, the harem and concubines that littered his halls.

he'd murdered one of them the other day. for touching your clothes, for wearing them. his heart lurched in his chest at the sight of the now hundreds year old robe on the woman. no matter what time would tell, you never faded from his mind. the memory of beating the man who'd been the cause of your death into the ground just as fresh.

even while he was sealed, a day was never lost without the thought of you on his mind. he only saw your face when he closed his eyes. he yearned for you, he wanted to feel you once more. he hoped you'd go north, be reborn and start anew. he hoped for you to find him.

but after hundreds of years waiting, and tiring, he took it upon himself to bring you back. the second he had an opportunity, he did.

a new woman, one he'd not dare compare to you in any regard, was bound by fear in front of him. oh, and a couple chains.

she was screaming, her voice growing hoarse. his temple had been empty for some years, no one would hear her pleas as she struggled aimlessly.

he laughed at the irony, imagining how you'd act in her stead, remembering how you acted when you were bound and laid out in front of him.

he pulled something out of his pocket, a finger with the very same ring of devotion he'd gifted to you. he discarded the paper sealing your very own cursed energy.

he clutched in his hand, closing his eyes as he was determined for this to be the last time he felt your body without a pulse. the last time he'd only feel the softness of your energy and not your plush skin.

he choked the woman in front of him. just before she passed out he let go.

not letting her rest, he pried open her mouth and shoved your finger in, making her breath it in.

he let go, the effects not taking over immediately. she wrapped her hands around her neck and breathed, horrified eyes peering into him until they rolled back, only the white of her eyes showing as she fell to the floor.

the internal torment of souls was happening before his very eyes. evident in the vigorous twitching of the body.

you won though. it was obvious. the glint of your skin began to peek through the head, the body itself reforming to the shape when you died. your hair grew back in its texture and color, the warmth in your skin was a sight for sore eyes.

your eyes opened, revealing the slightly glossy hue of your eyes. you felt as though you'd taken a long nap, rubbing your eyes as they locked into sukuna’s form.

“ryo? what time is it?” you asked sleepily, yawning as he helped you up once more.

“it is a new era, my queen.”

your eyes widened. your hands were in his though you looked around at the changes surrounding you. the trees were larger, thicker than you remember. your garden had a pit in the middle of it, roses growing around it. your heart dropped at the realization, the memories flowing back into you. “i..

i died, didn't i?”

he nodded, looking at where your corpse would lay. “you did.”

“i'm sorry.”

“i shouldn't have let it happen.” he tightened his grip on your hands. “there is not point in reminiscing about it now. you're here, next to me. that's all that matters”

you nodded, still feeling guilt in your chest. “you're not leaving my side.” he ordered.

“of course not.” you moved closer to him, wrapping your hands around his arm.

“can i have a kiss?” you asked, making him raise his eyebrows incredulously.

“woman, i revived you after centuries and you'd still ask?”

you took that as a yes, standing on your toes to kiss him. he picked you up, deepening it.

you had been running through his daydreams for years, plaguing his memories through his actions even while you were alive.

while the wait for you was sickening, the feeling of your skin against his once more convinced him.

convinced him that a millennia of waiting was worth these small moments with you.

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[theangelfromabove]

!!MDNI NSFW BELOW!!

daydreaming of true form!sukuna who…

always fucks you hard and good at a ruthless pace that sometimes even causes you pain or soreness later on but never leaves you unsatisfied

definitely uses the mouth on his stomach to please your sensitive little cunt even though you are currently squirming and pleading under him while he has you pinned in missionary

has and will make you ride him for his own pleasure while he sits back on his throne and does nothing to help you even though you are visibly struggling

always calls you the meanest things or spurts out a few degrading insults when he is close to cumming

doesn’t really do aftercare, but always checks up on you after you both are done and gets uraume to prepare a meal, or on rare occasions a nice bath

@theangelfromabove 2024

[kiirvby]

‘Plaything ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹’

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x Reader ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

warnings : 18+, smut, degrading, grinding, rough sex, creampie, praise, sukuna is pretty sweet at the end!

- playlist for the story!

nsfw content under the cut! enjoy ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა….

𐙚₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩

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The bond you shared with Sukuna was intense, to say the least. Despite his sarcastic, rude, cold demeanor, you knew he actually cared about you deep down. He was constantly touching you, whether it was by holding your hand, caressing your face, or pulling you close to him. He was the epitome of someone who didn't understand the meaning of personal space.

Today was another day at the tattoo parlor you both owned together. You were sketching designs out on some paper while Sukuna was behind the counter on his phone. The place was practically empty with the occasional customer. You looked up at him and smirked as an idea popped into your head.

You placed the sketch pad aside and sauntered over to where he was. You stood in front of him and leaned on the counter, hands placed on top. He looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow. "What's got you all smiley today?" he asked, eyeing you curiously.

"I just felt like bothering you a bit," you replied with a smirk, crossing your arms over the counter and leaning in closer. He rolled his eyes but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You only exist to bother me, I'm convinced."

You feigned offence and put your hand over your heart. "Wow. That's rude, even for you, Sukuna," you said in a dramatic tone, pretending to be hurt. He chuckled and placed his phone on the counter, giving you his undivided attention.

He shifted in his chair, leaning forward a bit. His eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down, a familiar gleam in his eye. "Oh, please. You know you love it when I'm rude," he teased, his voice low and sultry.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, but you quickly pushed it aside. You didn't want to give him the upper hand just yet. "Arrogant as usual, I see," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

He smirked and rested his chin on top of his hand, not taking his eyes off you. "And you're still as defiant as ever. Guess neither of us have changed, huh?" he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"I guess not," you replied with a shrug. You looked around the relatively empty parlor before your gaze returned to him.

“You know, it's pretty slow today. We could always find something to do..." you said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

His smirk widened at your words, sensing the underlying implication. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze darkened with desire. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind, smartass?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You leaned in closer, closing the distance between you two. "I have a few ideas," you murmured, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. You reached out and ran a finger lightly down the collar of his shirt, watching as he visibly stiffened at the touch.

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixated on your finger tracing along his shirt. He was struggling to keep his facade of nonchalance, but you knew you were getting to him. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he warned, his voice huskier than before.

"Who said anything about playing?" you responded with a smirk. You leaned in even closer, your face inches away from his. "I'm just having a little fun, that's all," you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.

As you made your way behind the counter, Sukuna leaned back in his chair, watching your every move intently. The proximity between you two was overwhelming. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as you stood behind him, your body nearly pressed against his.

He could feel your heat radiating onto him, your nearness sending a wave of desire through his body. He wanted to reach out and touch you, pull you into his lap and claim you right then and there. But he held back, his hands clenching the arms of the chair.

You were driving him crazy, and you knew it. You let your fingers trail over the back of his chair, tracing light patterns on the leather. His breath hitched as you leaned in even closer, your face just above his ear. "You're so tense, Sukuna," you whispered, your voice like a seductive caress in the quiet shop.

He let out a low growl, his body responding to your every touch. "You'd be tense too if you had to deal with your obnoxious ass every day," he replied, his voice strained. His head tilted back a bit, exposing his neck to you.

A smirk tugged at your lips at his comment. "You love it, though," you teased, moving closer. You gently ran your hands over his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there. He let out a soft hiss at the contact.

As you straddled his lap, his eyes darkened with desire. His hands instinctively went to your hips, gripping them tightly as he looked up at you. A low growl rumbled in his chest at your bold display of dominance.

But he couldn't have you getting the upper hand. Oh no. He had to regain control.

He shifted his position, sitting up straighter and pulling you closer to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. His other hand went to the back of your neck, tilting your head down to meet his gaze.

"You forget who's in charge here," he murmured, his voice low and dominant.

His proximity was overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his chest rising and falling with each breath. But you didn't back down. You leaned in even closer, your nose practically touching his.

"Maybe I like a challenge," you retort, your voice teasing and defiant. And that's when the game began.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, his grip on your hips tightening. His fingers dug into your flesh possessively, as if he was marking his territory.

He shifted you in his lap, positioning you so that you were straddling him more fully. His eyes flared with lust as he looked up at you. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, smartass," he warned, his voice thick with desire.

As you sat on his lap, the heated tension between you two steadily grew. You felt the heat radiating off his body, the hardness of his muscles against your own, and the way his strong grip kept you in place.

Sukuna could see the effect he was having on you. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noted the way your breath hitched and your body trembled with anticipation.

He leaned in closer, his lips just grazing your ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your thighs, rubbing small, maddening circles over the skin.

As you rested your head on his neck, Sukuna's heart rate spiked. Having you so close, your breath hot against his skin, sent a wave of desire through him. He let out a low rumble of approval, his hands roaming up your sides to your back, pulling you even closer to him.

He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, the steady rhythm matching his own. He tilted his head, his nose burying in your hair, inhaling deeply. You smelt like your signature perfume, a mix of sweetness and musk. It was intoxicating.

His voice dropped to a soft, almost reverent tone. "You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your earlobe. His hands continued to caress your body, his touch both gentle and possessively firm. "I want you so bad, Y/N. It's driving me insane."

He nuzzled his face against your neck, his kiss hot and needy. "You're mine, you got that? All mine." His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling you down onto him as he grinded up against you.

A gasp escaped your lips at the feel of him grinding against you. He was rock hard, and you could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against you. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to nuzzle your neck. "I want to claim you right here, right now," he growled, his voice rough and urgent.

His words stoked the fire that was already burning inside you, and you let out a soft moan, your body arching against his in response. His breath was hot against your skin as he continued to place open-mouthed kisses along your neck. "Can you feel what you do to me?" he murmured, his hips bucking up against you as he groaned.

"I-I can feel it," you replied, your voice low and breathless. You could feel his hard thick cock pressing against you, and it took all of your concentration not to grind down onto him in response. But you knew you had to play it cool. It was a game of dominance, after all.

He knew you were holding back, and he could see the restrained desire in your eyes. He let out a low chuckle, his lips trailing up to your jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "You're trying so hard to be in control, but I know you want me just as bad as I want you," he murmured, his words punctuated by a sharp bite to your neck.

His grip on you was firm, holding you in place as he continued his assault on your senses. "Stop trying to resist me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice a rumbling growl. "Let me give you what you need. What we both need."

He ground up against you once more, his hard dick rubbing against your wet panties, and you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips. "That's it," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Give in to me, sweetheart."

He moved his hands to the front of your shirt, unbuttoning it with a swiftness that betrayed his growing impatience. The fabric fell open, exposing your bra to his gaze. His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of you, half-naked and desperate for him.

He leaned down, his lips trailing over your collarbone. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hands moved up to the straps of your bra, slowly pushing them down your shoulders, revealing more and more of your boobs to his gaze.

As he pinched your sensitive nipple with his fingers, a shockwave of pleasure shot through your body. A guttural moan escaped your lips, your body arching involuntarily against his touch.

He let out a dark chuckle, enjoying the response he had just drawn from you. "You're so sensitive," he teased, his lips moving up to your ear. "I love the way you react to me, sweetheart."

His free hand continued to roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of you that he could reach. He pinched and twisted your nipple again and again.

He continued to toy with your sensitive bud, alternating between rubbing and pinching, drawing out more moans and sighs from you. "You're so responsive," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "How are you this perfect, Y/N?"

His breath hitched as he felt the dampness against his pants due to you grinding up against him. It only heightened his desire for you, his body responding instinctively to your need.

He couldn't take it any longer. With a low growl, he pulled you even closer, his lips crashing down on yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.

His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming you in a heated tango. His hands roamed your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. His hips rocked against you, creating a delicious friction that had you both gasping for air.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck once more. He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that would surely be visible in the morning. "I want to feel you," he murmured, his voice rough and desperate. "I need to feel you, sweetheart. Now."

He made quick work of your underwear, slipping them down your legs and tossing them. He stared down at you, completely exposed to him, and let out a low growl of approval. "God damn, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. His hands moved to the buckle of his own pants.

He fumbled with the buckle, his fingers clumsy with the force of his need. It took him a moment to undo the clasp, his belt clinking as it fell to the floor. "I need you, Y/N," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

He grabbed your hips, lifting you up as he stood from the chair and carried you over to the counter. He placed you down on the cold, hard surface, his body pressed between your legs as he pressed himself against you.

His hands roamed your body, his touch rough and needy. "I need to be inside you, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck, your chest. "You drive me insane."

This new position had you both moaning in pleasure. Your bodies were flush against each other, skin on skin, with only a thin layer of cloth separating you. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a wild, hungry kiss as he grinded himself against your core.

You could feel his hardness pressing against you, the friction delicious and maddening. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, needing more. "Please," you gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you, Kuna.”

Hearing you pant his name sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He knew you were as desperate for him as he was for you. "I've got you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "Just hold on tight."

He unzips his pants and lets his massive cock spring out. He then aligns himself to your small cunt as hands went to your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he started to push into you, slowly and maddeningly. A gasp escaped your lips as he filled you, his length stretching you and rubbing against your walls.

“FUCKK…!!!” You moan out as he pushed his entire length in you

A guttural groan rumbled in his chest as he heard your curse, his grip on your thighs tightening. "God," he growled, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "You feel so damn good, Y/N."

He pulled back slightly, only to thrust back into you with a little more force, drawing another gasp from your lips. "You like that, sweetheart?"

You moaned out in pleasure and pain. “Kuna..!! S-soo goood— fuck..”

He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive. "I love hearing you say my name like that," he murmured, his lips finding your neck again. He nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin as he set a steady pace, slowly pulling out and then thrusting back in, each movement drawing out more moans and gasps from you.

His pace quickened, his hips moving with a brutal strength that had you clinging tightly to him. The counter beneath you was cold and hard, but the pleasure coursing through your body more than compensated for it. You were moaning and panting, your words incoherent and desperate.

"You're mine," he panted, his lips moving to your ear. "All mine, understand? No one else gets to touch you like this, no one else gets to make you feel this way. You're mine, Y/N. Say it."

You were too fucked out to say anything. At this point you were a moaning blabbering mess. “Mmnhh… kunaaa— y-yourrss.. aahh—“

He let out a low rumble of approval, his pace never faltering. "That's right," he growled, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You're mine. Mine to have and to take, anytime I damn well please."

As he continued to move inside you, his words grew harsher, his tone darker. "You're just a pretty little toy for me, aren't you? F-fuck…. Just a fucking slut for me..”

"Just a plaything for me to use and discard. You don't even have a say in the matter. You belong to me, body and soul, and you'll do whatever I say." He says as he pumps deeper into your sloppy pussy.

His words were like ice on your skin, cold and cruel, but the way his body moved against yours was nothing but fire. You should have hated it, you should have been disgusted by the way he was talking to you, but instead, it only heightened the pleasure that was coursing through you. He knew exactly what buttons to press, exactly how to make you respond to him. He was in complete control, and you couldn't help but surrender to it.

"You like that, don't you?" he chuckled, his voice dark and velvety. "You like being my little toy, being used for my pleasure. That's all you're good for, isn't it?"

His pace quickened even more, his hips slamming into you with a relentless rhythm that had you practically seeing stars. "Say it," he commanded, his lips finding your ear. "Tell me what you are."

You were too fucking into the pleasure that your brain couldn’t let you speak. He wasn't going to accept your silence. He needed to know that you understood. He slammed into you harder, his voice rough and demanding. "Say it, Y/N," he growled. "Tell me what you are."

“Mmnhh— i’m… aaaah~~!!”

His pace slowed slightly, his grip on your thighs loosening just a bit. "That's not what I wanted to hear," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Say the words I want to hear, or I'll stop right here and now."

“I—I’m y-yyoouur… toy..”

You could practically hear the grin in his voice at your response. "That's right," he purred, his lips finding your collarbone again. "You're my toy, my plaything, to use and take as I please."

He began to move faster again, his hips slamming into you with a new ferocity. "And you like it, don't you?" he murmured. "You like being mine, being my property to do with as I see fit."

“Y-yeah..!!!! Fuck yeah— kunnaaa soo goodd…”

He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. "That's what I wanted to hear, sweetheart," he rumbled, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You're my good girl, aren't you? My perfect little toy."

He was moving even faster now, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were practically writhing on the counter, your hands grasping at his back, your mind blissfully blank as you surrendered to the sensation.

He continued to murmur in your ear, his words a mix of praise and degradation. "You're mine, all mine," he repeated, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to take you whenever and however I want, isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Your response was nothing but a strangled moan, your body responding to his words even as your mind struggled to process them. You were completely lost in the sensations he was eliciting from you, your entire being focused on him and him alone.

He could see that you were completely lost in your own pleasure, and the sight only spurred him on. His hips continued to move, his pace steady and relentless, as he whispered in your ear. "You're so goddamn perfect like this," he growled, his voice deep and rough. "Completely submissive and mine. I'm going to ruin you, you do realize that, don't you?"

You couldn't form a coherent response, your mind too muddled with pleasure to form a sentence. Instead, you let out a low, keening moan, arching your back against him.

His words were like gasoline on fire, stoking the flames of pleasure that were already burning inside you. You couldn't form coherent thoughts or words, could only respond with moans and gasps as you gave yourself fully to him.

He could feel the tension building within you, could see the way your body was coiled, ready to snap. He knew you were close, and he was determined to push you over the edge. "Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear. "I want to feel you come around me."

“I-I feeel…weiirdd..” You said in a moan as you felt a coil inside about to snap.

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich. "It’s not weird, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck again. "You're just feeling more pleasure than you ever have before. It's a good thing, I promise you that."

"Just let go," he prompted, his voice deep and commanding. "Let yourself feel it, let yourself come undone around me. I've got you."

He felt your legs trembling against his hips, and a primal satisfaction rumbled in his chest. He knew you were right on the edge, and he was determined to push you over. "That's it, sweetheart," he growled. "Let go, let yourself come for me."

He picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate as he felt you clenching around him. "Come on, sweetheart," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, let me feel you..”

He felt your body convulsing around him as you squirted all over him, a low, guttural groan rumbling in his chest as he felt the aftermath of your release. He held you tightly and rode out your climax, his own release quickly following as he finally let himself go. His cum painting your insides white.

He continued to murmur in your ear, his words a mix of praise and possession. "That's it, you're doing so good, so perfect for me," he purred, his voice deep and satisfied. "You're mine, all mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He continued to hold you close as you both came down from your high, his breath hot against your skin. "You did so good, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips finding your ear. "So damn good. I'm so proud of you."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch soft and reverent despite the rough words he had been uttering moments before. He knew he had been harsh with you, but he also knew that you liked it, that there was something dark and primal that stirred within you at his dominance.

He let out a contented sigh as he held you, his body still pressed against yours as he savored the feel of you in his arms. "You're perfect, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and soft. "I don't deserve you, but I'll be damned if I let you go."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every last detail. "You're my little plaything," he said, his tone light and affectionate. "But you're also so much more than that. You're smart, and funny, and kind. And even though I treat you like my toy, you know I care about you, right?"

You nodded as he smiled, satisfied with your response. "Good," he murmured. "I don't want you to ever doubt my feelings for you. I may be a sadistic bastard, but I care about you, sweetheart. More than you could ever know."

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author’s note : i think im inlove with sukuna? (@_@)

[faefraud]

can’t believe I touched myself to sukuna smut n I got all sappy n wet. What a fuckin loser

[6ives]

﹑%# ☆﹒gift of immortality﹗🐇 vamp! sukuna x pray! masc reader

TW mention of blood, using vampirism for love, sensitive theme, lowercase intended

HE WAS NOTHING BUT FEARED— for his immense power would crumble the strongest man to ever stand. after all, he was an immortal, a blood sucking vampire.

his kiss, was a thread of dread but shadows deep, was where love treads. it was you and him against the world. with every bite, a passion between you sparks and every touch blooms a desire in the endless dark.

your blood is like wine, an intimate feast, for him— and only him. he would whisper in your ears, with his fangs sunken into your flesh, “mine.” and that’s when two souls entwined, yet never at peace. obsession whispers in the moon's soft glow, and eventually you find yourself trapped in his game where love and hunger is in a deadly flow.

you cannot escape him yet you dance with his shadow, where your hearts collide. you don’t know if it’s true love, but in ecstasy found— terror must bide. for your love and embrace was tender and grim, while his devotion and doom would soon weave a haunting hymn.

and all he could say was, “to love me, is to loose everything.”

but why was that? you adored him, “and I’m willing to loose everything for you,” trembling hands cupping his chiseled face while being torn between his desire and your fading heartbeat, he made a choice.

the immortal embraced you fully, intertwining your fates for once and for all. a sudden urge of longing, a profound connection that transcended life and death, took over him as he tasted your sweet blood.

he held himself back— a grunt leaving his blood stained lips as he offered you his own blood, the dark gift of immortality. and as your souls merged, the line between predator and prey blurred, and you became two halves of a whole.

love, in its most haunting form, had transformed them— vampire and mortal, bound by blood and eternity, navigating a world where darkness and passion danced in a delicate balance.

[wormdevourer]

current mood: angry sukuna,,

[zmbieorgnss]

I drew my two babes heehehwhsha (looks a lil silly but idc)

[fanta2y]

Inherently Worthy Pt. Two

part twoo yalll !! i hope you guys enjoyyy, thank you for all the likes on the first part <3

cw: talk of death, mentions of loss of weight and sleep, talk of injuries not very descriptive

word count: 2.1k

part three

The first thing you notice when you come back to is the throbbing that seems to cascade through your entire body. The second thing that filters through your dull senses is the low murmuring you can’t make out. It's like a gentle hum in the back of your mind, the voices are familiar but your head is swimming and the only thing it can seem to focus on is the aching pain in your joints. 

You felt your eyebrows pinch and a groan leaving your lips before your consciousness really caught up with your actions. You attempted to shift, willing your eyes to open but the bright lights that shone through your eyelids made your body not cooperate. 

A hand rested on your shoulder and gently pushed you back down, the voice said something. But it felt like your head was still swimming in the cotton, you remembered the mission. The curse, the wound, the blood. You remember feeling like you were going to die, you remember thinking you were going to die.

But everything else was hazy shades of black, you remember bits and pieces of movement and voices. Something deep in your chest telling you you're forgetting something, someone. Your brain is too focused on everything else to pay the weeping of your heart much attention. 

A confused noise left your lips, your eyes still not wanting to open. 

“Brat, stay still. Your gonna hurt yourself again.” 

Ryo. 

That got your eyes open, practically shooting up into a sitting position on the bed. The flare of pain you felt radiating from your side made you regret the decision fairly quickly. Hunching in on yourself, whimpering. 

“See… you are so stubborn, woman.” He groaned, shaking his head at your antics. He shuffled around your bed, his hands softly putting you in a more comfortable sitting position. Doing a quick glance over your wound to make sure you haven’t reopened the freshly healed wound. 

Your eyes never left his face, you're not sure why you felt so emotional seeing him after everything. It's not like he was the one who almost died. But something stirred in your chest, and you just couldn’t force your eyes away from him. 

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it!” Gojo said cheerily, breaking you out of your trance. A blush crept up your neck, turning your ears a light shade of pink. Sukuna choked on his spit, coughing into his hand and you're sure you saw his cheeks turning pink too.

But your mind must be playing tricks on you. 

Gojo ruffled your hair as he walked past the bed you were in, still being monitored in Shoko’s office. A genuine smile on his face, one you return in earnest. As he leaves the door, going to shut it behind him. 

“Don’t go to crazy, she’s still recovering.” 

Were his last words before the door closes behind him. 

It took a second for the words to register before your cheeks were flushed bright red, hiding your face within your hands. You wanted to throw something at him. 

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” Sukuna muttered, shaking his head. As you looked up at him, you saw it again. The light pink that dusted his cheeks, the tips of his ears matching. The sides of his lips quirked up in an almost smile, one that was infectious and made you smile too. 

You wondered if that was just your imagination too.

“How long was I out?” You asked, moving your vision down to the hands that sat in your lap. Fiddling with the bandaids that covered them, the IV that stuck out on the backside of one. If you had to guess, a day maybe two? You didn’t think the wound was anything remarkably bad. Jujustu Sorcerers get hurt like this all the time, it came with the job. 

But the silence that followed your question had you thinking things might have been worse than you originally thought.

Your eyes looked up from where they were fixated. Confusion sunk into you. But as you looked at him, the longer the silence stretched on. You began to notice things. 

He had dark purple bags under his eyes, he looked tired. His shirt was uncharacteristically baggy. He was heavy on his feet, his eyes had never been particularly bright but these eyes were almost dead-looking. The more you noticed how awful he looked, the more you grew concerned. 

How long were you out?

“Ryo?” You called, hoping to get his attention. His eyes looked forward unseeing, like he was lost somewhere. You almost got scared that you weren't going to be able to find him. 

Hearing his name from your lips seemed to pull him out of his haze, he clears his throat. His eyes fluttering close and he takes a deep breath. 

“2 weeks.” 

Two Weeks?!

That was crazy, impossible even. The wound had been bad, sure, you lost a lot of blood, sure. But two weeks? With Shoko’s RCT and all the medical supplies this school had in its back pocket. You were confused as to why it had been two weeks. You felt like you were missing something, something important. 

“What do you remember?” He finally turns to you, his eyes still abysmally dim.

You allow yourself to think for a moment. 

It was just like any ordinary mission really. Gojo had given you the rundown of what to expect, grade level, how many curses all that. It was simple enough, a few grade 4 and 3s, and a single first grade. Something you had handled before. 

You remember Ryo’s incessant nagging about letting him come along, but you were adamant that you could handle this. That it wasn’t anything crazy and you would be back sometime tonight. 

He had always been a worrier, you teased him by calling him a worrywart a lot. It was met with sheepish grumbles that never failed to make you giggle. But this time he was more serious about coming with you, which you couldn’t quite place how it made you feel.

A part of you felt warm and gooey inside that he cared enough to want to put himself where he could protect you, another part of you felt almost offended. Did he not think you were strong enough to complete missions without his help? 

The thought grated against your ego and caused the hard push back. You had something to prove now, and look at where that got you. 

After getting there, the old mall was just that, an old mall. You could feel the dark energy of the cursed spirits, but nothing suffocating. It felt like every other mission. You exorcised the lower-grade curses and moved to find the grade one. You had found it with a practiced ease, being a second-year Jujustu student meant you had plenty of experience exorcising curses. 

You remember fighting with it, it being a bit stronger than you had anticipated. But you still weren’t worried. You were more than confident in your abilities to take this ugly fucker out. Until it sliced you. All the confidence oozing out of you along with the still warm blood now pooling on the floor. After that, you went into autopilot and exorcised it as quickly as possible. The memory of how exactly you did it was hazy with the blood loss. 

Recounting all these memories to him, he listened intently. He stared unnervingly quiet as you continued on and on about how relatively normal the mission was. Nothing out of the ordinary besides your nearly life-threatening wound, well you guess it wasn't nearly now.

“How was I out for so long? I don't understand.” You asked, and once again he stilled.

Something was wrong, you could feel it in the way he was acting, in his body language in the way he was talking to you. 

Suddenly he sighed, pulling the chair you assumed he was once sitting on closer to the bed. He sat down, placing his head in his hands. 

“You died.” 

Everything stopped, it felt as if time itself stood still. Died? That's impossible, if I died then how the hell are you sitting right here in front of him. Carrying on conversation, your heart beating peacefully in your ribcage. Your lungs expanding and deflating just like everyone else's. 

Theres no way you actually died. 

Not giving you a chance to respond, or even fully process his words. He continued, 

“When I got to you, you were barely alive.” He takes a deep breath, attempting to stop the onslaught of memories. Feeling the blood seeping through his fingers, watching your skin lose its color. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

“Gojo warped us back here, but something with the warp and your wound. It made you worse, and you died,” He sounds choked, you swear you can see the tears glistening in his eyes, “you died in my arms.” 

The last part was barely a whisper, if you weren't already listening so intently you would've missed it.

You stay silent, shocked into the state. You felt almost numb, hearing the recounting of your own death. Knowing he had to experience this made your heart clench, guilt pooling in your belly. You were the one too stubborn to let him come along, you were the one hellbent on proving yourself worthy. 

Worthy of him. 

He didn’t look at you as he recounted, he couldnt bare it. Everytime he saw your face all he could see were the wide, dead eyes. He sometimes could still see the red staining his hands, even after the countless times he scrubbed at them. Scrapped under each fingernail to rid himself of the remnants of you. 

“So how did I..?” You trailed off, confusion still poking at the back of your head. Swimming its way through all of the other emotions you were experiencing at the moment. 

If you really had died, something you still find hard to actually believe, how did you end up not dead? You didn’t think revival was possible. Unless Gojo had some secret cursed technique he wasn’t telling anyone about. But with that ego of his, something made you doubt that that was the case. 

“Even though you were dead, Shoko continued to do her RCT on you. She healed your wounds and continued to pump cursed energy into you. It was a long shot, but since you hadn’t been dead that long, it somehow got your heart pumping again. And then it was just a waiting game to see when....if you were going to wake up.” 

At the end of his talking, he finally turned to face you. You really got a good look on how hed been doing these past weeks. The bags you saw were much worse, deep purple. They almost looked like bruises, his eyes were bloodshot. Whether that be from crying or lack of sleep it was hard to tell. 

In all the time you knew Ryomen, in all the years of ‘friendship’. You had never seen him like this. He was a rough around the edges type of guy. He had a nasty temper and an even nastier mouth. And when he was angry he was sure to make it everyones problem. 

He said some mean things and done some mean things. Many would consider him heartless, or cold. But, ever since you had first met him something told you he was different. You noticed the way his eyes shined when his little brother, Yuuji, rambled on about some new manga he was reading. Or when Fushiguro would be able to land a hit on him during training. 

How his lips would curve up ever so slightly when on the receiving end of one of Panda’s and Inumaki’s pranks before swiftly chasing them out with harsh words and loud screams. You noticed that his center, his heart, was gooey. It was soft with the care of those he deemed worthy of his love. And that was a hard battle to win within itself. 

But seeing him completely debauched and destroyed, only made the guilt grow and fester. It began boiling in your gut, you willed yourself not to focus on it. Not right now, you didn’t need to worry him any more than he clearly already was. 

Silently, you moved forward on the bed. He opened his mouth to reprimand you but was stopped by your frail hands making contact with his cheek. You cupped it there, and he had to will every bone in his body to freeze, to stop himself from nuzzling into your palm. 

“I’m here now, I’m okay. You don’t have to worry anymore.” 

Your voice was barely above a whisper, trying so hard to push aside your struggling emotions to comfort him. To be there for him. All of this pain and suffering was your fault, you had overestimated yourself, and had been too prideful. And this was the consequence of it. 

His hand shakily grabbed onto your wrist, closing his eyes with a deep breath. 

“I know.” 

authors note: I LOVE THIS PART !! i really love the way it turned out and i think it sets up for the rest of the story really nicely :)) with the whole RCT thing, dont come for me if its not accurate this is an AU so it works cause i say it does LOL but anyway, thanks so much for reading !! I hope you guys enjoy :))

[p3achfilm]

working on part 2 of peeping tom♥︎should be up later tonight <3

[de-bauchry]

I kind of wish ppl would stop thinking that sukuna is this trump card that yuji can just bring out and use at will , I’m talking about reactors specifically. they think that like he’ll heal yuji or help him whenever he needs but that man is not like that, when he comes out? or heals yuji? it’s by accident or for his own gain. he doesn’t plan on helping him or coming to his aid on purpose , and they all think that he’s gonna come out and do just that. like when has he came out and actually decided to help itadori? 💀💀 i just think it’s funny that they all think that and keep sayin like “oh sukuna finna come out and heal my boy” or “he finna do this and that” like no that man not 🤣. he’s pure evil man it’s all for his own gain he don’t care ab helping yuji fr and that was shown yet again this episode , he only ridiculed yuji for not being able to defeat choso. he didn’t help him or anything like that so its jus a lil crazy n funny to keep thinking he’s gonna support , he’s not kurama 💀.

[poohbea]

Oh I’ve def have seen a lot of things about Sylus either having another form or is a wanderer. I honestly haven’t played the game, but I’ve seen clips and game plays of it. It makes wonder if MC was someone really special to him, but they just don’t remember (I’ve seeing the amnesia trope or am I trippin?), but he def mafia coded and I’m here for it. Now I’m curious about your thoughts on Xavier 🤔

Also what are your thoughts of JJK ending soon and BNHA had ended?

Yessss, honestly i get most of my lore of tik tok, im not really that deep into it, but you know… your girl dabbles 😌. but you’re definitely not tripping though love and deep space is big on the amnesia trope and the reincarnation trope (one of my favourite tropes hehehe). i can’t wait for the next big update, i wonder where they’ll take the story, i ALSO wonder who the next love interest is gonna be. maybe it’s gonna finally be caleb hahaha or they might bamboozle us again 🤣.

but okay thoughts for xavier… i’ll be honest i didn’t think i’d like xavier when i first started the game, solely because he wasn’t my type (blonde, cutesy, blue eyes), i like em tall dark and handsome — or like sylus 😭. but the way i got WHIPLASH from xavier?? that boy next door thing came down and i’ll be so real it caught me off guard big time 😂. the duality?!?!? ugh, please give me streeeength. especially with the new card. fuck me, i lose my mind every time i watch it. his hands and the EYES and THE WAY HE’S A MASOCHIST HOLY SHIT. THE SECRET MASOCHIST PART HAD ME IN AN EARLY GRAVE. because WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARDER?!?! i’m so normal about him 🫠 hnnnnnn. he’s also the jealous type and i’m so mad that i missed that card where he’s like “who do you prefer? me? or lumiere?” i hope they do re-runs for them because lawwwwddd.

i’m not a BNHA stan buuut the fact that jjk is ending in 5 chaps is craaazy, i need to see the new leak cause i know nobara has miraculously returned after we all thought we was gone to meet God. i hope gege ends it off well, please for the love of all things good i hope he ends it good. me and a work colleague were theorising how it would go and mannn… i really wanna get more insight of sukuna’s life, will we get it in five chaps? i highly doubt it but we can dream 😭

[theangelfromabove]

Thinking about Yuta Okkotsu who...

Always calls/texts you goodnight. Poor baby can't sleep at all if he doesn't know that you are okay and safe at home.

Was always sending you pictures of cool things he saw, or just cute things that reminded him of you while he was away in Africa with Miguel.

Was missing you the whole entire time he was in Africa.

Was having tons of fun during the day, but was always sad when the night fell and he was in bed... alone and without you.

Can't stop counting down how many weeks and days there are left before he'll see you again, waiting for him at the airport.

Was having tons of fun during the day, but was always sad when the night fell and he was in bed...alone and without you.

Can't stop counting down how many weeks and days there are left before he'll see you again, waiting for him at the airport.

Was so overjoyed to finally be able to hold you again that he started crying in the middle of the airport as soon as he was able to hug you and give you a long, and gentle kiss.

@theangelfromabove 2024

[kiirvby]

RIP my king 🙁🙁

i can never hate you my king

[faefraud]

if I was a popular internet character or niche e-celeb I’d want every 19+ digital artist to draw yummy r34 of me & sukuna

[importantpeachfury]

"I only have the basics on jjk!"

You're a fraud equivalent to sukuna

And that's impressive

[wormdevourer]

the silly,, I want him