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Summary - What happens when you—a sorcerer with a technique involving vines—are hit with a mysterious aphrodisiac? You tie the great Sukuna down and ride him until he falls in love, of course!

TW - creampie, squirting, riding, overstimulation (on him), bondage (also on him), oral (f receiving), he’s lovesick, somno (just grinding for one line), degrading, true form Sukuna, inappropriate use of stomach mouth, sub then dom Sukuna, slight dacryphilia, p in v, soft!Sukuna at the end ᥫ᭡

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When sukuna awoke with the feeling of weight on him he paid it no mind. He knew it was just you, always preferring to use him as your mattress.

No, what did catch his attention was a poorly muffled noise from that weight on top of him. His eyes flickered open to the unexpected sight of you desperately rubbing your bare pussy against his clothed bulge—mewling into the hand uselessly covering your mouth.

You couldn’t help it! He just looked so gorgeous with the sun streaming down onto his relaxed face and painting golden streaks of light onto his abs; highlighting his many intricate tattoos.

Oh and of course, the reason you’d come stumbling in here in the first place. That damned plant.

See, you had visited the gardens earlier that morning, set on getting some fresh air before starting your day. However, your stroll was cut short when you noticed a strange looking plant you didn’t remember planting in the midst of your flora.

Curious, you crouched down to examine the oddity, noticing the way it seemed to glow bright enough to be evident in broad daylight. Leaning forward, you moved to sniff the mysterious intruder only to have a puff of glowing dust shot at your face.

You fell back, choking and sneezing out the blue dust to no avail. It was quickly absorbed into your lungs, and the subtle tingling feeling you felt afterwards had you worried.

You quickly shot up to rush to Uraume in fear of the strange (and possibly poisonous) dust you’d just inhaled before you halted, the tingling feeling increasing into something deeper that had your heartbeat increasing rapidly.

In seconds your cunt was throbbing, head woozy when your body began to feel inflamed. Your legs twitched and you let out an embarrassing whine, leaning against the wall for stability as your mind was all of a sudden clouded in lust.

The swell of feelings was abrupt and confusing, but in possibly the fastest change of plans in your life you were turning on your heel to scurry to the master bedroom—his bedroom—instead.

So that’s how you got here, you attempted to explain to him but kept cutting yourself off with whiny moans and gasps so his barely conscious brain struggled to process even a word of it.

“Brat,” he spits in that deep voice, raspier now in the early morning in a way that had you getting impossibly wetter. “Too much of a desperate whore to wait until I’m awake? You’ll pay for that insolence.”

He moves to reach out for you—most likely about to edge you for hours to teach you a lesson about patience—but you move faster. Your technique makes a sudden appearance when coils spring up and tighten around his wrists. They curl up his arms and chest, successfully tying him down where he lay on the bed.

He raises an eyebrow, staring at the thick vines surrounding him with a look of amusement on his face. You couldn’t be seriously testing him with an attempt as weak as this.

With one flick of his wrist the vines are sliced to pieces; immediately ineffective, but you aren’t deterred. Just as quickly as the old ones are destroyed new ones take their place, tighter this time so you could see the way they dug into his sculpted biceps and ogle the bulging muscles.

That small victory is short lived when that familiar tingling reappears. You can’t even properly enjoy checking him out before tears are welling in your eyes. When had you gotten so overwhelmingly desperate?

“I’m sorry,” you’re sniveling out which only makes him scoff. He rolls his eyes and goes to call out your fake attempts at gaining his sympathy when his gaze meets your wrecked face.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks and your sniffling. This isn’t fake; you’re genuinely distraught over not getting dick. Wow.

“I’m sorry- I just need you so bad. It hurts kuna.”

He’s speechless for a moment, no longer trying to break free from your feeble bounds. “Good grief woman,” he grumbles, but lifts his hips to grind up against you.

You fall forward with a moan and his stomach mouth takes the opportunity to flick its tongue against your clit. You move closer to the maw, not even trying to conceal your need, and he hums in content. You’ve always tasted sweet, but even more so now under this strange new influence.

You’re already soaked, only getting progressively wetter and he’s barely even touched you. He noisily slurps up your precious slick then sucks on your clit in a way that has your legs trembling and your mouth hanging open in a drawn out ‘oh’

He attempts to push his large tongue inside you but it’s much too big, leaving him to grunt in annoyance. Suddenly his stomach mouth closes and you don’t even get the chance to protest before you’re cut off.

“Come here,” he beckons with a nod. You quickly realize his intentions and so you’re crawling forward to hover above his face with a questioning expression.

“Did I tell you to hesitate? Sit on my fucking face.” He growls, and fuck, if he has to have to tell you twice.

You lower yourself down until your seated directly on his mouth, and he doesn’t waste any time getting to work. His tongue immediately breaches your hole, slipping in and out in quick ministrations like he would do with his thick fingers if you didn’t insist on keeping him tied down.

I mean, who was he to stop you and your kinks? What was the saying.. .happy wife, happy life?

His nose bumps against your clit and you grind your hips onto it, gasping and hands scrambling to find purchase when the pleasure sparks up your spine like tiny fireworks.

"watch it." he growls when you tug harshly on his hair, but his cock twitches in his pants. Too clouded with lust, you don't show any acknowledgment for the threat and continue pulling at the pink strands.

He moans at the feeling, but it’s masked by the obscenely loud sounds coming from your soaked cunt when he sucks your clit, tongue rolling around it deliciously.

"Fuck meeeee" you beg and whine until he’s grumbling out something you don't hear and abruptly ripping straight out of your binds with effortless strength. Just as quickly is he pushing a thick finger into your needy hole to satisty that itch you feel deep in your stomach.

“ah! kuna-“ you go to protest but the feeling of a second finger plunging inside you and spreading you real nice and wide has you unable to form anything coherent—turning to putty for him in seconds.

His tongue is attacking your clit while his fingers prod inside you and curl to hit that spot that he knows like the back of his many hands.

You’re crying out a jumbled mess of “more!” and “close!” that only makes him grin wickedly, eating you out like the perfect breakfast. He rolls your clit with his tongue, moving back just to press a wet kiss against it. “so fuckin’ messy,” he laughs breathlessly with your juices coating his chin.

You’re tightening against his fingers in their restless assault on your sweet spot, and he’s quick to latch his mouth back onto your clit when he feels you release with a cry loud enough to wake the entire estate.

He just sucks harder, not bothered by your dramatic screams or your slick messily spilling down his chin.

You’re squirming on top of him, riding his face through your orgasm as he drinks up the blissed-out look on your face and the feeling of you tugging his tangled strands of hair.

You sit up and his mouth is rudely forced off of you, fingers slipping out while you struggled on shaky thighs to sit back on his chest—careful to not go to close to his stomach mouth that you knew he’d continue his feast with like the glutton he is.

He frowns at being cut off from your taste but licks around his mouth and sucks his fingers clean instead, making direct eye contact with you while doing so so you were blushing and wrapping vines around his arm once again to stop the obscene sight.

Your peace, however, is short lived when just as soon as you’re coming down from your previous orgasm you feel that need in your gut flaring like an open flame again.

He noticed the shift in your expression, watching you with a bewildered one of his own as you moved down, wasting no time in pulling his pants down, his duel cocks springing out and slapping against his stomach.

He says nothing, just observing you while you swing your leg back over him to hover your twitching cunt over his cock, hole already dripping onto his flushed head to mix in with his precum.

Preoccupied with watching the way the mixture dripped down his length teasingly slow, he was too caught off guard to stifle the pathetic moan he let out when you dropped onto him in one swift movement.

“H-ah- fuck! Oh shit, mhfh-“ he chokes out at the feeling of your gummy walls swallowing him so eagerly, warm and wet and so, so unbearably tight.

And he whimpers, the King of Curses whimpers when you don’t stop; don’t even give him a moment to breathe before you’re setting a ruthless pace, ass meeting his heavy balls with an echoing smack! over and over again as you force his cock to bottom out each time.

You angle your hips perfectly so that his head is abusing your g-spot every time you go down, and he finds himself twitching inside you and spurting out even more precum at the realization that you’re using him like a dildo.

Like your own personal toy; your eyes are shut in pleasure and you don’t even see him as anything other than yours to use. Shit, that made him throb inside you.

The disrespect of it is jaw-dropping and he should be ripping free of your pathetic bounds to punish you for that, but he can’t seem to care when he’s so impossibly hard at the notion of being used only for your pleasure.

You tilt your head back and moan as his second cock slides perfectly against your clit, rubbing it while the second one rubs your insides.

You're slamming yourself down onto him with a force he didn't think you had, eyes still squeezed shut and nails digging into his chest like you didn't even know he was there.

The wet slapping sounds coming from where you collide are so obscene, so loud he could almost hear it ringing in his ears.

"Fu.. .hck- slow- hgh! slow down woman," he almost whines but the protest is drowned out by the obscene sound of skin slapping skin and your incomprehensible cries and moans.

This aphrodisiac must also be granting you boldness, he thinks when you ignore his words and instead place yourself on your feet, knees bent and leaning on your arms behind you as you start bouncing again, now able to push yourself down harder and faster in a way that has him ready to spill inside you before he knows it.

And for the first time in…ever, sukuna cums first.

His vision goes white as he hits that blindingly hot peak, waves of pleasure filling his body while he filled yours with loads upon loads of sticky cum, his second cock spurting all over your stomach and decorating it in his very own white sheen.

He’s breathless, yet left to gasp for air when you simply don’t stop, continuing to pound yourself onto his oversensitive cock, now twitching violently as he was finally given a taste of his own medicine.

“shit- brat wait, waitwaitwait oh..FUCK!” he shouts, both sets of eyes rolling back in his skull as your incorrigible pussy forces him into overstimulation, a sensation he’s never quite felt before that takes him over completely and leaves nothing left but you.

He’s whimpering, drooling even, and quite literally flinches when you laugh. You’re laughing at his suffering and fuck, he’s never been more attracted to someone in his lifetime.

you, you, you. In his sight, in his mind, in his heart if he even had one, but he knew now that he had to because there’s something that’s not lust in his eyes when he looks up at you and thinks you might be an angel.

Your cunt flutters on his cock and he thrusts his hips up, earning a breathy moan from your pretty lips that has him doing it again and again; meeting the rhythm of you slamming down onto him.

His second cock stands hard and neglected and he eyes where it stands compared to your stomach, knowing that’s exactly how deep his other one is inside you. Knowing that bulge in your tummy is all him; him you’re using like a toy, him that’s making you feel so good.

The thing in question is currently hammering against your sweet spot every time you let your body slam back down, the thrusts of his hips now full on abusing it and sending shockwaves of pleasure that have you struggling to stabilize yourself with your hands on his chest.

His breath is stolen again when you squeeze around him with a death grip before your orgasm rips through you. It’s quick and leaves your skin buzzing with energy, but still doesn’t feel like enough.

Your legs are shaking when you pull yourself off of him slowly, hovering your pussy over him to watch his cum spill out of you and all over his cock like a taper candle melting onto itself.

You exhale a long breath and collapse onto him. You lay there for a moment with your head on his chest, panting. With your eyes shut you miss the way his stay locked on your face, gazing at you with a feeling not even he himself can figure out.

He feels crazed, because he knows you still need more when you start to shift on his chest. It’s not enough. He needs to fuck you harder, better, needs to feel you soak his cocks like he knows you want to.

And If there’s something more than just lust, something like yearning to be as close to you as two human beings possibly can, to hold your body in his hands and know that you’re unmistakably his..

Well, that’s his business.

So in a heartbeat he’s ripping himself free of the binds and lifting your body up like you weigh nothing. You’re manhandled into the perfect mating press in record time, falling back onto the bedsheets with a quiet grunt.

You blink in surprise when you see him lining up both his cocks against your hole, and he grins like a a madman. “One dick just isn’t enough for you, no? This greedy cunt needs to be filled by two before you quit cryin’?”

He laughs deliriously, rubbing against your clit with his leaky tip. “Yeahh, so fuckin needy.”

He’s staring at your cunt like it carries the secrets of the universe as he slides himself up and down, his already soaked cocks getting ever more drenched. You squirm impatiently in his hold and he looks up at you with a what you expect to be a lustful look in his eyes, but all you find is pure adoration.

It makes you blush and tears are welling up in your eyes again when the overwhelming need for him gets to be too much. He just chuckles and reaches a surprisingly gentle hand over to wipe the spilling tears away.

"kuna, need more," you beg, crying and sniffling over dramatically, though he doesn’t point it out.

No, he can’t find it in himself to tease you because you’re crying for him.

Fuck. He needs to hold you.

“I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel so much better,” he hums, gently placing your legs over his broad shoulders before pushing into you slowly; the twin lengths spreading you deliciously.

With the sunlight streaming in through the windows the two of you resemble an ancient painting—ethereal flashes of light gleaming over your bare forms in the mess of silk blankets.

It’s intimate, the way he’s looking into your eyes with pure love, then kissing you like he wants to intertwine souls.

It’s primal, the way his cocks are thrusting into you, stuffing you so full that you’re moaning like a symphony into his mouth. Nails raking down his back and leaving long red streaks that he’ll secretly admire in the mirror later.

The overwhelming effects of the aphrodisiac are still streaming through your veins, but it’s different now. More passionate rather than lustful. More gentle in the way that he holds you like he’s scared you’ll vanish, but also more desperate when he tilts his hips to reach deeper, hitting that spot he knows makes you see stars.

Another arm reaches down to rub your clit, your hazy brain not catching the heart-shaped ministrations he’s doing.

“Come on, squirt for me,” he pants, “please, show me how good I make you feel.”

There is so many different ministrations happening that you barely catch it, that small plea sending you closer and closer to the edge you so desperately need. It’s something you’ve never heard from him before; asking rather than telling. And in such a desperate voice too, like he’ll die if you don’t.

His hands are everywhere; squeezing at your tits, playing with your bundle of nerves, gripping your hips and feeling the soft flesh under his fingers.

This orgasms different, daunting almost in a way that has you repeatedly crying out his name.

“suku- kuna’ sukanasukuna m’close! kuna please-“

“Thats right, let go for me.” He smiles calmly like he knows what’s to come.

In a blink of an eye you’re tumbling over the edge, pleasure tingling up your spine when you’re squirting all over him with a high-pitched scream. Your squirming in his grasp like you want to run away from it but his hips don’t relent, gifting you rough thrusts right up against your g-spot that ride you through your blinding peak.

Your walls are gripping him so tight he thinks he might combust, whimpering when his climax hits him head on and he follows right after you. He kisses you messily while pressing hard against your cervix to dump hot load after load of his cum deep inside you with a satisfied groan.

It feels like it takes hours for his cum to finally stop spilling out in heavy heaps, and he has to resist the urge to press down on your tummy just to see it ooze out.

He makes sure to flip your bodies over just in time to collapse onto the bed in exhaustion with you on his chest rather than crushing you. You fit perfectly against him, like the other half of his heart he’s been searching all his life for.

With his cocks still nestled deep inside you, he stared at the ceiling in post-orgasm bliss, just contemplating all of the new feelings he’d discovered.

He knew before that he felt something special about you, but refused to accept it as it was.

But now, listening to the way your breath slowed as you let sleep overtake you like you had no fear of being so vulnerable around a beast like him—he could finally classify that feeling in his heart.

His fingers brushed through your hair and he placed a soft kiss on your head. It was morning, he should be starting his day, definitely getting rid of that plant you claimed started all of this.

Though with you laying your head over his heart like it was the most comfortable place to be—he had no desire to be anywhere else. He finally found the strength to say those three words he never could before.

“I love you.”

A/N - Who knew overstimulating him was the key to fixing his emotional reservation?? My first actual fic for jjk! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

bad boy!kuna who loves when you wrap your arms around his waist when you're on his bike. he increases the speed purposely to make you hold onto him tighter and press the side of your face against his back. "you scared gorgeous?", he laughs at you with a mocking tone.

bad boy!kuna who just loves your ass. he likes to grip it, to slap it, to feel it on his face when you sit on him, or the way you grind your ass onto his hard on when you sit on his lap. whatever the case, he just loves it, and he's not afraid to show it. often times smacking it in public to assert dominance and send a signal to everyone that you're his.

bad boy!kuna who grips your hips hard enough to leave crescent shaped bruises on your hips while you ride him oh so good. he just can't help but to start thrusting upwards into you, his teeth clenched, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, drool dripping from the side of his mouth and his chest and cheeks flushed. it's a great sight to behold.

bad boy!kuna who loves sucking on your pretty tits. mostly spending his time biting, sucking and licking your nipples until your sensitive and if you try to shove him away, he grabs your wrists and pins your hands behind you. "i'm not finished, baby.", and he's back to sucking on them groaning and moaning loudly into your skin

bad boy!kuna who would only moan for you when he knows you're alone. he loves the way your pussy clenches on his hard cock when he does, so why not do what? it clearly arouses you a lot. but if you're having a session in a semi-public area, he has to keep his mouth shut either by aggressively pulling you into a heated kiss or biting his lip or your shoulder as he lets out low groans.

bad boy!kuna who prioritizes your pleasure over his, making sure that before he shoves his dick in you that you've already come on his fingers or his mouth. whichever works for him. he just likes to see your eyes already half-lidded before sliding into your now sensitive pussy.

bad boy!kuna who takes very good care of your after you heated sessions, cleaning you up and helping you put on a clean underwear and cuddling you close and kissing the bite marks he left on your skin. "oh poor, baby..." smooch "i'm sorry" smooch "i didn't mean to hurt you. let me up for it... yeah...?"

"Shhh... your only job here is to take it."

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Femkuna x yn (wlw)

“suguru,” you slur, poking his chest, “i’ve got a confession.” FRATBOY!SUGURU raises a brow, sipping his drink, calm as ever, cheap beer sloshing in your cup as you lean against the kitchen counter at the party. “i’ve had the fattest crush on you forever. like, real bad. think about you all the time—like naked, mostly. fucking you and stuff.” you giggle, half-joking but not really, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

he freezes, glass halfway to his lips. “that so?” you wave a hand, cackling. “april fool’s! gotcha, huh? i mean, maybe it’s half-true, but—whatever!” you stumble, expecting him to laugh it off, but he doesn’t. instead, he steps closer, towering over you, “half-true’s enough.”

next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink in the upstairs bathroom, jeans yanked down to your ankles, panties shoved aside. suguru’s fat cock slams into you, stretching your dripping cunt wide, thrusting deep and rough as he says, “think i haven’t wanted you forever? every damn day, driving me fuckin’ crazy?” you moan, loud and broken, as he grips your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to watch in the mirror—his dark eyes locked on yours, his thick length splitting you open with every brutal snap of his hips. “look at you, so fuckin’ pretty."

“fuck—suguru—” you whimper, legs trembling as he pounds you mercilessly, like he’s been starving for this forever—and he has. “said you think about me,” he pants, biting your neck, “so fuckin’ take it.” and you’re a mess, drunk on his cock now, walls clenching tight as he fucks you raw, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room. “april fool’s on you, pretty.” and oh well, you don’t mind at all.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS

Yeah, that doesn’t sit right with him.

And it’s not like he’s even being pushy. You two haven’t done anything yet. Even though - god - there’ve been moments tonight where he’s sure his self-control is about to snap.

Like when he let you use his shower for the first time, and he had to pretend he wasn’t imagining what you looked like in one of his towels, hair dripping wet, skin flushed from the steam. Or how he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle you coming out smelling like him.

Or earlier, in the kitchen - your soft footsteps padding around, your voice all curious and sweet when you asked where he keeps the tableware. That little pout. Those eyes. The way your hips brushed against him when you reached for the cups, and his hands instinctively went to your waist. He prayed - begged - you didn’t feel the hard-on pressed against you. He's a religious man after all.

So when you’re finally nestled beside him in bed, wrapped in his dark, silky sheets, his arms, his scent - he’s desperately reminding himself: Don’t be a pervert. Don’t ruin this. You're too good to me. You're not ready. I’m not ready.

He’s not ready to see what your face looks like when he’s on top of you. Whether you're the type to reach for his hands. Whether you’d whine into his kisses and chase them like you’re addicted to him.

Of course he doesn't sleep well. Not with you so close. Not when he keeps pulling you tighter against him in the middle of the night. Not when all he can think is - Please don’t leave yet.

So, of course, he wakes up before you. Of course he adjusts the blinds just right - so the light doesn’t hit your eyes, but still kisses your skin like a cat sunbathing. Of course he tucks the comforter closer around you, warm and heavy, so you stay cocooned in comfort while he goes about his morning.

He checks in on you often. Teases you when you stir, coos about how sleepy you are. Laughs softly when you grab for his hand, half-conscious. And of course he’s going to make it feel like this is your idea. Staying a little longer. Getting cozy. Not rushing off.

in which: blade finds out you're injured and can't contain his anger.

warnings: gn!reader x protective!blade, fluff, mentions of blood and injuries, 'who did this to you?' trope with blade LOL, slight manhandling, did i mention that he's protective?

a/n: blade debut, omg? this sucks btw but this was inspired by this comic that i saw the other day :> it just reminded me that the 'who did this to you' trope existed and i went YES and took my own spin onto it so, i hope you enjoy!

the smell of antiseptic wafts heavily through the air, bandages sit tightly rolled beside you, and you hiss at the sting of the antibacterial ointment slathered over the open wound on your arm. 

it hurts. 

blinking the tears away and gritting your teeth to bear with the pain, you reach for the unused roll, clumsily unravelling them with shaking hands and a blurring vision.

“oi.” a raspy voice from behind catches you off guard and you turn around from where you’ve seated yourself in the corner of the medical wing, having helped yourself to a supply of ointment and bandages. 

a familiar swordsman and fellow coworker towers above you, glowering at you through the streaks of his bangs. maybe if you weren’t on the verge of fainting, you’d have the energy to fear him.

“oh, it’s just you,” you mutter, “can i help you?”

his eyes glance you up and down, as if scanning you for any indication of misadventure. feeling uneasy under the intensity of his gaze, you return to trying to rip the bandages with bare hands since you had not brought scissors or even a blade with you in your haste. 

Because the sight of you wearing nothing but his large black haori was probably the only taste of heaven he will ever experience in his wretched existence.

You sat near the parted shoji screen leading to his (and now yours too) personal garden, humming softly while you ran a comb through your hair. Your eyes were closed in content as you basked in the soft morning glow which did nothing but accentuate your beauty in his eyes.

You opened your eyes and noticed he was awake, gazing at you from his spot on the large futon you both shared. You smiled warmly.

"Good morning, love."

"Hm."

He, albeit reluctantly, tore his gaze away from you because he felt that if he stared at you any longer, you'll see a side of him he's too reluctant to show even you.

You smiled knowingly at him. Your attention went over to the garden then.

"I think the garden needs tending and a new set of flowers. Shall I call Aiko the gardener? I believe she has arrived back to the temple this morning after taking care of her sister during her pregnancy—"

Pregnancy

And then Sukuna had an image flash before his eyes.

Of you on the exact spot, dressed the same way in his black haori, smiling the same way and gazing at him the same way.

Except your stomach was round and swollen with his child. Of you tenderly and lovingly resting your hand against it.

Of you being completely and utterly his.

"—Also I think we should—"

"Get over here, wife."

You blinked. "What—"

"I said get over here now."