the nonchalance with which sukuna fucks you sometimes is infuriating. you can be so very in love but he won’t spare a glance while you cream around his cock. one specific time, he has a lengthy book laying next to your head while he fucks you in missionary. all four of his crimson eyes glued to it, sharp and clear, ceasing to reflect you in them.
the way his breathing sounds so measured, not a drop of sweat staining his skin has you fuming.
you’re sprawled out on the floor, not even a pillow under your back to keep you comfortable. You desperately try to keep your legs wrapped around his thick waist. He’s going at an agonizingly slow pace, cocks crammed into your holes. It’s so goddamn hot in the room.
You rake your nails down his back spitefully, pouting, angry tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t react, instead flicking to the next page.
“Fucking look at me!” you exclaim. you’re not dealing with his bullshit any longer.
All he does is crack a smirk and shift your waist up slightly so he hits you at an even deeper angle, causing a hoarse cry to leave your lips.
he’s going slower. So much fucking slower.
He leans down and whispers, “you want my cum don’t you?”
you're writhing beneath him, desperate to get away from the pain of this much deeper angle. the pain of one pair of his hands gripping your waist. the pain of his nails digging into your skin.
he chuckles darkly as you struggle.
“You humans are so greedy,” he comments, a slight lilt to his voice as he drags a finger down your cheek and swipes up a tear. He licks it.
“Little attention whore. That attitude is making my dicks soft.”
His emphasis on the word whore makes you scowl. You begin to turn your head away, but he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes bore into your soul. your vision blurs.
He runs his tongue over his teeth before flipping you over, pinning you beneath him and shoving his cocks back into you. you feel like you’re going to suffocate under his weight, his heat.
and then he starts fucking you fast. so fast you’re audibly whimpering and digging your nails into the floorboards. He’s laughing above you, shoving your head down, caging it in with his massive palm.
He leans down, breath hot in your ear, licking the shell of it. He gives your ass a harsh slap, whispering in a mocking tone.
“Be quiet and cum, princess. I’m busy”
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thinking of the abyss story I thought of
you look at a painting of a person you've never seen and the more you stare at it the more it comes alive
it starts mimicking your movements and also starts talking back in your own voice
it's a vile mockery of your spirit and you toss it deeper into the everything to try and get the image out of your sight.
some creature swims in the non existent water and perches on your shoulder asking
"did you choose to ignore the fact it was you, or did you not recognize yourself."
then walks down a spiral of stairs with its rubber hooves.
then you claw at your own face as it's no longer your own
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