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Needing that Nasty Naoya Nut™️ is perfectly acceptable!
i'm gonna gobble him, swallow him, drip down the side of him, drown him in tsunamic cunt, ride him till he believes in equality, slap him, yank his greasy blonde hair, make him look me in the eyes while i give him perspective-shifting puhhy, fold him into amazon position, top him like cherry on whipped cream, absolutely annihilate that dih, smother him with puhhy, put a titty in his mouth if he pipes up, make him cry for release, slam it down so hard this ass nearly causes an earthquake, then edge him till he snaps, let him gimmie thunderous backshots, take it till he gives me an heir, howl awooga as he mounts me in bulldog doggystyle, sobbing for him as he folds me into a tight mating press, get a facial and i'm not talking from a spa, throat that thang to the base bc who needs air when u got dih, suckle on the balls like two prunes baybee, jiggle them thangs like a professional juggler, twerk on my knees looking up at him with a nasty glare, let him slap me while it's bulging in my cheek, spit on that thang till it's soaked, gawk gawk on it till i sound like a chicken, bend over let him make these cheeks ruby red, knees digging into the tatami mats and all, arching it till my spine resembles the curve of the handle of an umbrella
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synopsis: you find a little bunny on the side of the road, you take him only to find out he's much, much more than just a sweet little bunny...
content: 18+ mdni! sukuna x fem reader, bunny hybrid sukuna, shapeshifter sukuna??, smut with some plot, horny ass bunkuna, dub-conish, two dingalings hehe, cunnilingus, squirting, rough p in v, double pen, multiple positions, full nelson hehe, creampie
eli's notes: hehehehe this was inspired by @/itterhorns fanart of bunkuna, this is 2.6k words! fanart is by @/luluyi on tumblr! hoppin dih dih dih dih dih
“aw, you poor little thing,” you murmur softly, lips curving downward into a genuine pout as you slowly lower yourself into a deep crouch—knees sinking fully into the cool, damp grass of the completely empty park.
the mauve bunny remains half-buried beneath the thick, overgrown bush, only those furious red eyes catching the weak, flickering glow from the distant streetlights.
his soft fur clumps together in filthy, matted knots, weighed down heavily with dried mud and crumpled leaves tangled tightly within the vibrant pinkish strands—one long ear hangs completely limp and heavy, while the other flicks rapidly and alertly. tiny, jagged scratches streak across his delicate paws, ribs showing faint, subtle ridges beneath that unnaturally saturated coat, yet those crimson eyes blaze with outright, burning defiance, as if he fully intends to bite the throat out of anything that dares to move.
you carefully stretch your hand forward, palm turned upward, fingers relaxed and completely still, giving him all the time in the world to cautiously sample your scent drifting on the gentle night breeze.
his velvet nose twitches frantically—nostrils flaring widely—then he suddenly jerks backward deeper into the protective shadows, lips peeling back slowly over sharp little teeth, a low, threatening hiss rumbling deeply from his tiny chest.
one powerful back foot slams firmly into the earth—thump—echoing sharply and clearly through the silent, deserted paths.
“alright then, stay hidden and starve, you stubborn little fucker,” you whisper quietly under your breath, rising slowly to your full height.
you glance upward and downward along the dimly lit trail—lamps flicker palely over completely deserted benches, no voices carry, no footsteps sound, just the soft wind whispering constantly through the branches overhead. guilt sinks its sharp teeth deeply into your chest quickly and relentlessly; he looks battered, painfully hollowed out, and the mere idea of abandoning him claws harder than you ever want to admit.
your fingers brush against the crinkling plastic bag still dangling loosely from your wrist—the fresh, crisp carrots you picked up earlier during this long, meandering walk.
you carefully fish one out, thick and long, bright orange skin crisp beneath your thumb, lush greens drooping heavily from the top.
you sink back down again, even lower this time, almost flat against the ground, extending the carrot close to the bush.
“come on, pretty boy…i know your belly must be empty,” you coax gently, voice drifting softly on the cool night air.
he edges forward just enough to cautiously peek again, nose going absolutely wild at the sweet, earthy scent, eyes pinned suspiciously on your calm face.
one hesitant hop brings him nearer, then another careful one—until he darts suddenly and viciously, teeth clamping tightly around the carrot and nipping sharply at the pad of your pointer finger in the same brutal snatch. pain flares hotly and instantly.
“ow! shit, you little bastard!” you yelp sharply, jerking your hand back quickly and shaking it hard, glaring downward through the burning sting.
he retreats swiftly into the leaves, crunching loudly and messily, bright orange juice dripping steadily down his fuzzy chin while he stares back unblinkingly—pure, unyielding challenge. but something deep in that fierce glare cracks your anger quickly; he runs purely on raw fear, nothing else.
“easy now, little guy…i’m not here to hurt you at all,” you breathe out softly, settling fully cross-legged on the cold, damp grass.
you watch him tear savagely through the carrot in furious, desperate bites, ears twitching constantly every single time you shift even slightly.
he finishes it rapidly—eyes sliding greedily toward the bag resting in your lap. you pull another carrot free, hold it steadily between finger and thumb. this time his teeth close carefully—warm, gentle graze against your skin, no blood drawn whatsoever.
quiet minutes stretch long and peacefully with nothing but wet, rhythmic crunching sounds and distant, persistent crickets, until he shuffles closer entirely on his own, presses his soft, warm head firmly under your empty palm—silent, unmistakable demand for touch.
“there you are…all that attitude for what, hm?” you murmur lowly, fingers gliding carefully behind his floppy ears, scratching slow, deliberate circles deeply into the warm, plush fur.
he leans heavily into every single stroke, eyes slitting halfway shut in pure bliss, tiny body sagging loosely and trustingly bit by gradual bit.
by the fourth carrot he turns completely limp and drowsy; by the fifth he barely grumbles at all when you slide both hands gently beneath him and lift—tucking him snugly inside your zipped jacket, right against your warm chest. his rapid, frantic heartbeat thuds constantly against your ribs the entire long walk home, warmth seeping steadily through every layer of fabric.
inside the quiet apartment you carry him directly to the bathroom, set him gently onto the wide, cool counter. warm water rushes softly into the sink, steam curling lazily upward in the air.
“time to get you clean, stinky boy,” you tell him firmly but kindly, easing him carefully down into the shallow, warm pool.
he erupts instantly—legs thrashing wildly, water exploding everywhere, soaking your shirt completely through until it clings coldly and heavily.
he sinks his teeth viciously into the sponge, rips out a ragged chunk and spits it defiantly aside, but after three stubbornly thorough scrubs and careful rinses the filthy water finally swirls darkly down the drain. that mauve coat remains impossibly vivid—unnatural, glowing softly and richly saturated under the harsh bathroom light.
“what the actual fuck are you?” you mutter quietly, toweling him slowly and thoroughly, rubbing gently over his back and belly and carefully between his tiny toes.
he shakes hard once—droplets spraying wildly across the mirror and walls—then flops dramatically onto his side with a deep, utterly exhausted huff.
you build him a thick, cozy nest in the living room corner—soft old towels piled high and plush, scattered fresh greens and a shallow dish of cool water. he explores every single inch cautiously, nose twitching constantly at the new, unfamiliar smells, thumping sharply whenever you lean in too closely.
the days ease by slowly and gently. he claims the couch boldly during late-night movies, stretches shamelessly across your lap demanding endless treats. ignore him too long and his powerful back feet drum furiously against the hardwood until you finally surrender with a soft laugh. he nuzzles your fingers now without ever drawing blood, still shoots judgmental crimson glares, still kicks playfully when the mood strikes him—but he trails you faithfully from room to room like he owns the entire place.
“you’re something else entirely, pinky,” you laugh softly one quiet night, fingers buried deeply in his plush back fur while he sprawls heavily and warmly across your chest, almost purring beneath your steady touch.
then the mood shifts brutally and suddenly.
he starts humping everything desperately within reach—pillows dragged frantically into messy piles, your abandoned sneakers, even grinding shamelessly against your calf whenever you sit still. low, guttural grunts spill constantly, fur spiked wildly in every direction, red eyes glazed burning hot with raw, frustrated need.
“pinky—seriously, what the actual fuck?” you push him downward gently, but he leaps straight back up, hips rolling insistently and completely shameless.
with the phone gripped tightly in hand you scroll quickly through rabbit forums on reddit. heat cycles, aggressive mounting behavior, every single vet page screaming urgently to neuter him fast. but nothing is open this late at night.
“shit… alright. first thing tomorrow morning, buddy. sorry, no more balls for you after that,” you sigh loudly, peeling off your clothes slowly for bed.
he freezes abruptly mid-hop—ears pinning flat against his skull. those crimson eyes narrow instantly to razor-thin slits—murder pure and absolute. one final thunderous thump rattles violently from beneath the bed frame, loud enough to vibrate the entire floor.
“don’t give me that look. it’s truly for your own good,” you call out tiredly, slipping beneath the cool sheets, body sinking heavily into the soft mattress.
deep into the quiet night an immense, crushing warmth settles slowly onto your chest—overwhelming weight stealing every bit of breath from your lungs.
your eyes crack open sluggishly in the thick darkness, heart slamming violently when faint moonlight finally carves out the massive figure crouched directly above you: seven solid feet of brutally carved muscle, thick black ink swirling heavily over broad chest and corded arms, mauve hair tousled wildly around long, floppy bunny ears that twitch irritably. a fluffy tail flicks sharply behind him. red eyes glow faintly and hungrily, fangs bared slowly in a dangerous, predatory smirk.
your eyes move lower—god fucking damn—gray sweatpants stretch obscenely tight around two massive, throbbing cocks, thick veined outlines pulsing heavily against your trembling stomach, already leaking wet, dark patches straight through the thin fabric.
your lungs fill desperately for a scream, but his huge hand clamps instantly over your mouth—calloused palm rough as coarse sandpaper, fingers long enough to span your entire face easily.
“quiet down now, brat,” he growls lowly, voice gravel-deep and vibrating intensely through your ribs. “i’m not planning to hurt you…much.”
you stare upward frozen solid, muffled whimpers leaking hotly against his rough skin. he drags his massive hand away slowly, deliberately testing your sudden silence.
“who—who the actual fuck are you? and where is my bunny?!” you whisper shakily, voice cracking thinly beneath his impossible, crushing weight.
his smirk stretches wider slowly, fangs catching the faint moonlight sharply. “sukuna. not that pathetic pinky crap you foolishly pinned on me. pinky? really?”
you gulp, thinking back now, maybe pinky wasn’t the best name for the little asshole.
he drags his nose deliberately up the length of your throat, inhaling deeply with a filthy, satisfied groan.
“been trapped far too long in that weak little runt body. your endless baths, your goddamn carrots—god. i barely tolerated them. but threatening to cut off my balls?” a dark, rumbling chuckle spills out.
“i shifted back fully so you can finally learn exactly who you’ve been teasing all this damn time.”
your heart thuds frantically and wildly, but thick, shameful heat floods low and intensely—those glowing eyes dragging you relentlessly under.
“w-what exactly do you want from me?”
the words tremble out weakly, thighs clenching tightly when he rolls his hips slowly and deliberately, both fat cocks dragging heavily over your soaked panties.
“i want to bury both these cocks balls-deep inside your little cunt,” he rasps rawly against your ear, one massive hand ripping your thin tank top clean off in one brutal, effortless yank—palm swallowing your breast roughly, thumb grinding your nipple cruelly until it peaks stiffly and achingly.
“i want to fuck you raw and filthy until you cum all over my cock—breed you completely swollen with my cum. and keep my balls exactly where they fucking belong. are we perfectly clear, brat?”
shock slams hard and sudden, but overwhelming arousal surges viciously through you—his primal, savage hunger, the monstrous throbbing size grinding relentlessly, shatters every ounce of your resistance embarrassingly fast.
you nod weakly and desperately, breath stuttering sharply as his rough thumb keeps circling in slow, cruel torment.
“oh come on, use your words, sweetheart. you’re a big girl,” he snarls, pinching your sensitive nipple until searing pleasure burns bright and stinging. “say it loud and clear.”
“yes—yes, sukuna,” you gasp brokenly, hips bucking greedily on their own. “i understand completely. please, fuck me. ruin me.”
huge, rough hands shred your soaked panties aside instantly like wet tissue paper—fabric tearing loudly in the silent room. he dives downward suddenly and savagely, face shoving roughly between your trembling thighs, broad tongue lapping filthy and wide over your slick, swollen folds, slurping obscenely as if your taste is utterly addictive.
“shit—you taste even sweeter than i expected,” he groans muffled deeply into your cunt, nose grinding hard and relentlessly against your throbbing clit while that thick, hot tongue spears deeply inside, curling insistently against your sensitive front wall until your legs quake violently around his head.
thick saliva mixes heavily with your abundant slick, dripping sloppily down your ass crack and thoroughly soaking the sheets below—his strong chin glistens completely drenched as he devours you savagely and shamelessly, sucking your swollen clit brutally between his sharp teeth, two massive fingers plunging suddenly and deeply to stretch you burning wide.
“seems like i’ve gotta get this tight, greedy hole ready—open you up properly for both my cocks, sweetheart.”
“k-kuna—fuck, it’s way too much—” you cry out loudly, fingers twisting desperately in his soft pink hair, accidentally yanking hard on his floppy ears.
he snarls deeply into your dripping cunt, tongue lashing faster and harder, fingers pounding brutally and wetly until your thighs clamp crushingly around his skull.
“come on—fucking drown me completely. soak my whole face, baby,” he mutters rawly, voice vibrating intensely straight through your pulsing clit.
you shatter instantly and violently—squirting hotly and pulsing in thick waves against his hungry mouth, back arching sharply off the bed as he swallows greedily every single filthy drop.
he flips you effortlessly onto your stomach, hauls your ass high and spreads you wide—one fat, swollen cockhead slaps heavily over your dripping entrance, the other sliding sticky and burning slowly between your cheeks.
“breathe deeply for me now. mhm, just like that,” he warns lowly.
he thrusts forward—both swollen heads breaching slowly and mercilessly at once, stretching you impossibly full, thick veined shafts dragging burning hotly over every raw, sensitive nerve until searing pain melts gradually into blinding, filthy pleasure.
his powerful hips snap forward ruthlessly, heavy balls smacking loudly and wetly against your soaked cunt, obscene sounds echoing thickly through the entire room.
“take every goddamn inch—you wanted a bunny so badly, now get fucked like one.”
his huge hand slides upward along your sweat-slick back, wraps firmly around your throat from behind—squeeze controlled perfectly, vision blurring sweetly at the edges while hot dizziness floods intensely.
“such a tight, greedy little pussy…you absolutely love getting ruined raw like a desperate, filthy whore, don’t you?” he grunts filthily, pounding impossibly deeper, visible bulges throbbing beneath your taut skin.
you whine brokenly and pathetically “yes—fuck yes,” eyes rolling back loosely, drool slipping messily from your parted lip.
he laughs darkly and deeply satisfied, tongue licking hotly and slowly up the side of your exposed neck.
he drags you suddenly into a crushing, brutal mating press—knees pinned harshly to your chest, both cocks bulging obscenely and deeply in your belly as he jackhammers into you sloppily and savagely, thick precum and slick smearing absolutely everywhere, sheets drenched completely beneath you.
“look at that pretty cunt, taking me so well. see it? ruined for anyone else.”
then he rolls you swiftly on top—bruising grip locked tightly on your hips slamming you downward hard and relentlessly, your swollen clit grinding roughly against his coarse pink bush until you squirt again violently, hot streams soaking his ripped abs and thick thighs completely.
suddenly he stands tall and powerful—your back crushed flush against his burning chest, massive arms hooking securely under your knees and locking tightly behind your head, spreading you wide open and utterly helpless. gravity impales you deeper and deeper with every brutal bounce, both throbbing shafts splitting you open completely while his floppy ears flop wildly overhead.
“perfect filthy breeder—swallowing both cocks greedily like the hungry, desperate slut you truly are.”
hours drag on endlessly in sweaty, exhausted bliss—shifting positions, fucking like rabbits. literally. your trembling body painted deeply with dark bites and blooming bruises, puffy cunt throbbing rawly around his spent cocks still buried completely to the hilt, thick ropes of cum leaking slowly and creamily around them in sticky rivulets down your shaking thighs.
he nips your ear sharply and possessively, voice rough and deeply sated against your sweat-drenched skin.
“so…got any more of those fresh carrots left somewhere, brat? ’m starving.”
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˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓒.𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ can't help but flirt with the pretty camgirl who hates him
⤿ ꒰ you're considered king and queen on the hit cam site: slutography. but oh, do you hate him :: cam au :: smut :: dom/sub dynamics :: kuna is a cocky shit ꒱
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ has been the bane of your existence ever since you both started posting. the fans loved him, women and men— everybody. not that you were any stranger to the bouts of money and endless flood of comments bursting at the seems from your streams. but sukuna was just better. ranked #1 slutography.com and so damn cocky about it. second place scorned you every time you checked the leaderboard.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ is a hard dom. with a focus on guided masturbation audios and scenario based roleplay. you were the exact opposite. a bratty sub who loved showing your body off to the camera. bragging about how much you could take. how you wouldn't submit to just anyone. your combined fans saw the potential way before you did, and they've been begging for a collaboration from the king and queen of slutography since forverer. but you'd rather die before you let cursedking and his filthy mouth anywhere near you. you were hardly quiet about your disdain for him.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ pretended to be indifferent when people would mention you in the comments of his streams. playing ignorant. a pointed, “who's that? I don't pay attention to second place.”
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ frustrated you to no end. just because he had a big dick and a tummy-fluttering-deep voice that made allllll the panties drop, didn't mean shit. a hot shot in your eyes. oh you were rolling in envy. that's what you told yourself. that it was just jealousy. definitely nothing to do with the hot feeling in your tummy when he drawled to the camera. absolutely nothing to do with the wet patch that dampened your panties when he pulled out his cock and thumbed on a thick vein on the underside. you weren't watching his streams cause you wanted to see him spit on his frenum piercing and listen to him guiding your hand through your own masturbation. you watched because you wanted to mock him! wanted to see what was so great about him!
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ shut up your bratty little comment from your burner account right up. “you really think you're all that, huh?” with the way he looked into the camera and that infuriatingly lazy smirk— you almost felt like he was staring into your soul. like he knew exactly who it was typing away behind the screen.
“you're always here, aren't you? miss me that much, huh princess?”
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ hasn't the slightest idea ( or maybe he does ), that you had to play with yourself after that. flicking your clit and riding your dildo in frustration as you tried to rid yourself of the image of him. of the way he called you princess. of those big hands that would shut you right up. one snatch and you'd be his pretty pillow princess. you understood in your heart that he knew it was you.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ started making little references of you in his streams. pointed comments about your posts. references to your streams that he'd only know if he tuned in. making response scenarios to your submissive asmrs, responding to your brattier comments on the timeline in an almost coy, vague way. “pretty girls sure do have big mouths, don't they?” “always love shutting a brat up.” “wonder if I have a special guest tonight. miss me?” and when slutography blew up with posts that #1 and #2 were possibly involved? oh, you were seeing red. making an impulsive post on your feed: “i'm not interested in small things.” honestly? not your best work. sukuna was anything but small, but hey— it caused a stir.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ cut the coy crap shortly after that. the moment someone brought you up during a stream, he crooked his head to the camera and scoffed. “we both know how much she dreams bout this 'small thing'. let brats be brats. they all find a way over my lap. one way or another.” and. slutography. went. wild.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ didn't mind the rumours, the gossip, the drama. it just meant an influx of views. you on the other hand were about to burst. you hated him. hated his cutting comments. his witty jabs. those eyes that made your tummy flutter. that voice that— enough. you needed time to yourself. away from this damn site before you burst a blood vessel. which is exactly why your friends arranged a night on the town for you. unfortunately for you, they weren't watching your alcohol consumption. and neither were you.
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ just got out of the shower with a towel draped over his broad shoulders when he heard his phone blowing up. switching over to slutography, he quickly found out why. your account has been spam posting for the past twenty minutes. all about him. the most recent one?
who does cursedking think he is? juss cause he got a BIG DICK and a sexuyyy voice and and he thinks hes allllll that.
but that wasn't the best part. his favourite was your reply to a comment. ofc I can take him. in fact! I'll take him till HEs the one cryin.
oh? could you now?
꒰ CAM SUKUNA ꒱ arched a brow and chuckled to himself as he swiped his thumb to the dm tab. typing in your name and starting a new chat.
with your head throbbing and spinning the morning after, you'd look at your phone. only to have the hangover knocked straight out of you when your eyes caught the notification.
cursedking: wanna put your money where your mouth is, brat?
