#their true forms

[bullseyelover]

this is how i spend my time

[retiredteabag]

Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[slvttyplum]

sukuna got shy when you gave him head, your mouth moving up and down his shaft while your tongue swirled around his twitching tip, swallowing every bit of cum that came out.

his hand covering half his face while he squinted his eyes at you, not wanting to stare at you, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of the erotic sight.

moving his hand to push you off his dick but found himself pushing your head down all the way to the base and lifting his hips, lifting your hips repeatedly until cum was filling your throat and sliding out the corners of your mouth.

of course he was embarrassed, watching you kneel in between his legs and taking his throbbing dick out, but he could admit that your mouth felt so fucking good, crying out for you to suck harder when he was about to cum.

"right at the top, more, more, more..." his words trailing off while his thighs tensed and his stomach sucked in, a bead of sweat on his forehead a few seconds away from falling.

don't you just love a man that gets shy when you go down on him?

[zuzu-draws]

[The Strongest "Hear Me Out"]

+ bonus Yuuji POV:

Apparently this boy ain't traumatized enough!!!🗣️🗣️

[thebreadmantm]

I was talking with a friend. I tried to say mort from Madagascar but I said mort from the Magnus archives. And then this happened

If I had to make it you have to see it

[very-small-giant]

you have been bad friends to riz gukgak

[daeyumi]

Autumn makes me think of you 🥀

[chuulyssa]

it's not sukuna's fault you're so irresistible

smut nsfw mdni

aghhhh trueform!sukuna kissing you so hard, a hand caressing your face, another behind your head to press you further into the kiss, and the other two resting protectively on your hips and waist to hold you in place. so romantic, you didn't ever think the king of curses had a side so innocent to him.

trueform!sukuna who likes using his body to bring you and ultimately himself the max amount of pleasure he can derive with it. the hands on your hips slowly slide down, one to your ass and the other inside your panties. he then switches from calmly kissing you to fucking you with his fingers, and it's so sudden, you can't even comprehend the fingers inside your cute cunt.

trueform!sukuna who purposely conjures a mouth on the hand inside your panties, so when he slips his fingers inside you, he can simultaneously eat you out relentlessly while making out with you romantically. and you're so dazed, all you feel is fucking pleasure. loads of it. but too much of anything is bad, right?

trueform!sukuna whose foreplays are just another synonym for torture. his mouth(s) licking and sucking on every part of your body, hands holding you firmly in place so you can't even move away, or hit his chest, or kick him, or even beg for his cock. all you can do is wait till when he gets satisfied enough to give time for his own pleasure, and you slowly edge towards your 5th orgasm of the night.

trueform!sukuna who just can't wait to explore every inch of your body with his hands, and of course, mouth(s). by the time he's done with just the prep, you're already overstimulated, and he would have felt sorry that you had to take his dick in as well now after all that torture. all the while you don't understand how a simple kiss turned into dirty sex.

but he's just the king of curses a boy 🎀

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[s2pdoktopus]

You know those fanfics where Zidian evolves into a magic snake? That's the idea but it's the fuzzy worm thing.

[camslut7]

Dad!Sukuna

honestly i am obsessed with dad!sukuna fics so i wrote some head canons

hope you like it

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

pt.2

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dad!sukuna that knew that so much unprotected sex would eventually lead to you being pregnant. not that he was complaining. he was absolutely trilled about you carrying his child. at first sukuna was pretty calm about you being pregnant but the moment your belly started showing he was done for. did every little thing for you, even carrying you around (i mean he literally has four arms might as well use them)

dad!sukuna that we all knew was hoping for a boy. i mean he wanted an heir. so you were kinda scared to tell him when you found out that you were having a girl, not knowing what he would think. when you told him, at first he didn’t react like at all, but that viscous smile of his showed up. he was so happy about the little girl, even if she wasn’t exactly what he wanted, he would still love her. after all she was his and your’s baby.

dad!sukuna that was worried about you during birth. he hated seeing you cry, even more seeing you in pain. but the moment he saw the little girl in your arms he forgot all about that. he fell in love.

dad!sukuna who was the happiest curse? alive ever when his little girl opened her first set of eyes, them being the exact same as his. she was the carbon copy of him. god she even had his pink hair and she just got born.

dad!sukuna that was confused at first about how and what he was supposed to do with a baby. he thought he could hold her how ever he wanted, thank god you taught him how to. he quickly learned that you need to be very gentle with babies or else they will cry (he sure as hell didn’t want that).

dad!sukuna that didn’t know how to play with his 5 month daughter so he was showing her his four arms and eyes hoping that she will also open her second set of eyes. instead tho she was laughing her baby ass off thinking that her father was the funniest creature ever.

dad!sukuna that didn’t know how to react when his daughter, peacefully laying on his stomach, turned to him while making random noises. he was confused as hell cuz she was full on dead stare looking at him (he was scared from the resemblance between the two). he saw the lashes on her lower set of eyes flutter and then suddenly she opened them. his face was one of pure surprise and as if she didn’t shock him enough already, she even said her first word “da-da”.

let’s just say that dad!sukuna was flabbergasted

[phantasmique]

I will never apologize for the person I will become when his true form gets animated

Top images belong to aiiana_00 on Instagram, bottom images 0aicha.dl on Instagram

[casdeans-pie]

Sam is organising some of their archived items one day, and tries on the Holy Fire glasses just as Castiel walks into the room. He tries not to freak out because now he can see that Cas is surrounded by floating, glowing eyes.

Sam takes the glasses off. Normal regular Cas.

Puts them back on. Eyes everywhere.

Cas looks over and sees Sam's strange expression, not knowing the glasses he's wearing have been treated with Holy Fire, and asks if he's okay.

Sam fumbles his way through a "Yeah- I'm uh- I'm fine."

While they're talking Sam notices that actually, only a handful of the eyes floating around Cas are open, looking at him, while the rest are closed.

But then Dean walks into the room.

Instantly all of Cas's glowing eyes snap open and follow his movement through the room. "Hey Sam, hey Cas," Dean greets, unaware of the eyes watching him.

"Hello, Dean," Cas replies, all the eyes squinting closed like a happy cat.

Sam watches with interest. "Cas?" he says.

Cas's physical body turns to him, but only a few of the eyes leave Dean. "Yes, Sam?"

"Nothing."

The eyes all return to Dean before Cas even finishes saying, "If you're sure."

..........Sam is unsurprised.

[slvttyplum]

sukuna loved when you were scared, shaken up but still able to cum all over his dick. he made sure to shake up those nerves every chance he got, and a good way to do that was to let you run while he chased you down.

holding you tight as his mouth attacked your neck, licking from one point to the other, his arm tight around your waist, licking his way to your ear, making sure you could hear him well enough.

"when i let go, i want you to run." those words that left you shaken every time, your heart racing. his grip around you loosening, your legs wasting no time as you start to run through the house.

he always gave you a little bit of a head start; hearing the sound of your footsteps made his dick hard. he loved it so much; it turned him on in ways nothing else could, especially the thrill he got from catching you.

tossing you over his shoulder and wasting no time to devour you, wanting to do it all over again. you were good at hiding; each time you got better and better, and he didn't know how, ducking under cabinets and keeping your breath steady.

he found you each and every time, pretending not to know where you were, keeping his footsteps steady approaching the spots you were hiding, getting off on how easy it is to find you, and snatching you up from the spot.

"how do you want to do this? want me to fuck you right here?" crouching down to your level, hovering over you, this was the part you loved, getting caught by him and fucked until you couldn't take it.

most of the time you were hiding, which gave you time to recollect yourself, and the other times he didn't give you the chance to hide; he wanted to see the fear on your face in real time.

screaming when he catches you, roughing you up and dragging you into the bedroom. its not like he wanted you to fear him, but he knew you felt at ease with him, but still, it was scary if anyone was chasing you down.

the dick after getting chased down felt even better; the both of you loved the sex after. it was intense, stuffing you deep with his hand around your neck, grunting about how good you felt as his speed increased.

sukuna was never going to give up the chance of chasing you.

[peachsayshi]

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) ok but do you know how quick sukuna would fold in an argument if he ever made you cry?

we know he can get there. we know he can be difficult to communicate. but picture this:

he barks another reply, his responses always so sharp. the frustration gets you riled up and you can’t help but sniffle, can’t help but let the welling tears finally fall. you turn your back to him, your shoulders slump and miss the moment where the realization strikes him, where all the irritation and anger inside him evaporates.

“you…you can be such an ass…” you murmur, choking out a sob as you wipe your tears.

you don’t want him to see you.

two arms are around your waist then, “I’m sorry,” he huffs, “fuck, angel, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…”

and you turn to his embrace, because you love him. because his apologies are incredibly sincere towards you, and you alone. his voice is suddenly so gentle, his words chosen ever carefully.

yes, he can be vicious and rabid - but not towards you. never towards you. the guilt eats him up alive.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, keeping you firmly against him. his chin resting atop your head, one hand massaging the back of your neck.

people say he’s incapable of this, but his love towards you is immeasurable regardless of their opinion. they don’t understand and they never will. but in a moment like this he will always hold himself accountable, reminding himself never to cross this particular line with you.

you should never taste his cruelty, no matter how natural it exists within him.

so, when he cups your cheek in his palm, his eyes drooping in regret, you know that he recognizes his mistake. his thumb wipes away the tears, his lips pressing to the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, “I lost my temper”

you squeeze your hand around the fabric of his clothing, another shaky breath leaving you. but when you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes, you know you’ve already forgiven him.

he rests his forehead against yours, another kiss follows but it’s a peck to your lips.

“you need to work on that,” you pout, your hands reaching for his jaw and he melts between your fingers like butter.

“I’m trying,” he exhales, mostly disappointed in himself. “I’m trying…”

[blueskittlesart]

i hope everyone in nintendo’s management department dies and goes to hell no matter what and i’m not kidding