a blooming dream

sukuna didn't take a lot of things seriously in his life.

piles of dusty textbooks laid untouched on the corner of his desk, academic career hanging on by a loose thread. always claiming he'd 'lock in' only to end up going to a party the next day, showing up to his morning class an hour late and hungover.

his streaming career had only taken off because you'd recorded him cracking his keyboard in half after losing his strawberry elephant (which had taken him two months to get, mind you) on steal a brain rot, much to his disdain and the internet's amusement.

but he was determined on taking this round of dress to impress as seriously as possible.

୭ ˚. ~ HOME INVASION !

You have a bit of a habit when it comes to picking Cursed Spirits up from the forests...Sukuna is not a fan.

- warnings : just a lil reference to ripping eyes out but its affectionate, also a reference to one of my other fics when uraume and sukuna r talking that may not make sense but its literally just two lines

Sukuna paced through the halls of his estate, his four arms crossed in frustration. The sounds of chaos littered each corner of the place—curses bickering, objects crashing, and an incessant chattering paired with chittering that grated right on his nerves.

"Where is that woman?" He muttered to himself, referring to the way that you, his ever-absent companion who had a peculiarly annoying habit of adopting stray cursed spirits willy nilly.

Uraume was diligently scrubbing the floors close by and looked up at his mumbles, "Master, perhaps she went on an errand? You are running low on fruit."

"She always tells me when she's leaving," Sukuna growled, "This is unacceptable. Have you seen how many of these...creatures she's brought home now? Seven. Seven! Seven cursed spirits of varying yet useless power levels and I'm the one stuck dealing with them while she's off doing who knows what."

A particularly loud crash from the courtyard made Sukuna flinch in annoyance, "That's it. When she returns, we're having a serious discussion about her silly little 'adoption' habit."

"But Master, didn't you..." Uraume began, actually staring up at him now.

"You're different Uraume. She practically forced me by sobbing to me the night before about poor homeless orphans. I don't– shut up. Clean the floors."

Hours passed and Sukuna's patience was wearing thinner with each moment. He had to break up three different fights between the spirits, prevent one from devouring the other, and now one was attempting to build a nest in his favourite meditation space.

Finally, finally, alas the front door slid open and you stepped inside, attempting to be as quiet as possible.

"Where have you been?" Sukuna demanded, appearing before you with his arms crossed, "Do you have any idea what kind of chaos you've left me to manage? I swear, I am exhausted at these cursed spirits invading my home. If I see you bring one more–"

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed how you were standing, with your hands behind your back and looking as guilty as a child on trial for stealing bread.

"What are you hiding?" He asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

"I'm not too sure what you're on about, Ryomen," You offered weakly.

Sukuna sighed, running two hands through his hair, "Let me take your hands, then. I've missed them so. I never got to chew on them this morning, you left before I had even awoken."

With a groan, you slowly brought your hands forward, revealing a tiny creature no bigger than your palm. It had large, innocent eyes, soft fur, and was currently trembling in your grasp. It let out a small squeak as it made eye contact with the King of Curses and nuzzled against your thumb, making you visibly fold in awe.

You looked up at Sukuna with pleading eyes, hands preoccupied with keeping it safe and secure in your arms, "It was all alone and looked scared. I couldn't just leave it..."

Sukuna took a moment to stare at the tiny creature, before reversing his gaze back to you, and then looking back at the spirit. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, letting out a looooong exhausted sigh.

"Stupid little eyes I'm gonna rip them out," He muttered, turning and walking away before you could ask who he was on about.

"Hmm, keep them in a jar so I can gaze at them as I please. But then she can't look at me. Hmm," He continues to mutter as he walks past Uraume who had just finished cleaning and wanted to greet you back.

Now they're just wondering what level of affection that was in Sukuna's handbook, they'll have to ask you.

most people couldn’t look at him for long.

the moment they caught sight of him, their eyes dart away. some out of fear, or some out of disgust. they believe a creature like him isn’t meant to be looked at.

you think they are all blind.

the evening is quiet, lantern light casting a warm glow across the room. it has become part of your nightly routine before bed, these quiet moments spent with your husband after the day has settled.

sukuna sits against the bed frame, one pair of arms folded while the other rests loosely across his lap.

his crimson eyes follow you as you crawl toward him. you sit down beside him and gently take one of his hands, then another.

his brows rise as he looks at you expectantly.

you compare them, turning them over in your palms. thick fingers, calloused skin, veins running beneath flesh capable of tearing apart crowds.

yet you trace them carefully, as if they are something precious.

“four arms..“ you murmur.

“you say that as if you’ve only just noticed,” he says, clicking his tongue after.

a drop of sweat inches at tortoise pace down from his tanned left temple by the power of newton’s gravity. and by the power of sheer self-control amongst other things, conveniencestoreworker!sukuna gulps louder than he has ever remembered doing so.

in his two decades of living, standing there as a 6 foot 5 man akin more to kratos the god of war, he has never felt so… watched? expected upon? what the fuck…?

there you sit, politely on a lonely bench a mere two and a half feet behind him, facing his broad back. he continues shuffling with the aluminium foiled bags, each filled (less than generously) with sickly sodium, syrupy sugars and radiant red-40 pornographically packaged in colours as seen on salvia.

takis, cheetos, doritos, pringles etcetera

your eager eyes can’t help themselves but follow the man in front of you’s hypotonic arm mechanisms like a moth to a flame. your attention is so focused on the small loads of diabetes, cancer and cardiac arrest, that you hardly notice the two dark bands circling his wrists in a tattoo.

it’s 12:30 am. sukuna wonders why his procrastinating ass didn’t stock up the empty metal vending machine, sat like a good dog outside the store, earlier. the summer heat sticks to the air from the day like a man’s first love and the sweaty beads of grease building up beneath your bare crossed legs.

nothing like a good convenience store rummage through after a mild night out. you’re not drunk out of your ass, actually you’re not very drunk at all but damn wouldn’t you like a free bag of chips. only to have all your cravings crushed like a bug under a giant’s foot when you peer through the closed sign and the tired man shakes his head no, do you sit down defeated. right outside the store in persevering protest.

he feels like he is hallucinating. the pile of chips do not get any smaller and it feels like he is stuck in a reoccurring dream. extend arm. pick up chip bag. retract arm. extend arm. place in machine. repeat.

why the fuck is she still there? are you passed out? no - he knows this feeling of being preyed upon in the dark, in alleys splattered with blood and missing teeth, though he’s never really felt like the prey. you are fully conscious, sentient and determined.

absentmindedly, admittedly feeling a shrill of awkwardness since you’ve been staring for a couple of minutes you start humming a song stuck in your head from your night. and then, even more absentmindedly. a whisper? no, a breath -

“…chips.” and again - sukuna strains his ears subconsciously, “wish i had a free bag of chippsss.” he immediately wishes he wasn’t paying attention.

he stills. straightening his posture, forcing his hefty shoulders back. sukuna was never one for charity, menacing and ruthless to anyone that encountered him. you would have to kick him in balls, tie him up successfully before you every laid your pretty manicured hands on a single packet.

he gives you the world’s nastiest side-eye, shifting microscopically, nearly popping a booming blood vessel as he blinks away the discomfort from straining his eye balls. he continues working. another eon (half a minute) goes by, each millisecond prodding at his mountain of a back like cupid was shooting spears wearing drunk goggles. you start making a stupid noise with your mouth. something like a tut but also like a ticking clock, like you’re fed up of waiting, like you’re his cute girlfriend who’s pouting cos she’s being bratty and not getting what she wants. sukuna stares blankly at the void shelf inches away from his face, he thinks and then he turns.

he swiftly lifts his left knee up to his corresponding pec, patting down and balling up a crumpled bag. he propels it in your general direction at the humble speed of light

was what he was imagining…

but in reality he simply PLOPS! a pretty purple pack of takis onto your lap like it belongs there. he gains your attention and you’re astounded. 20 seconds ago you had made your mind up, convincing yourself that pretty privilege doesn’t always work and that you have to start picking up the shattered pieces of your heart at the fact that you will indeed not get your free bag of chips.

you’re so caught off guard you don’t even know how to react. you instinctively shine the most natural smile at him like he just hung the entire solar system right in front of you. he turns away and resumes his work by the time you’re thanking him as if you’re a cat in the gobi desert and an earth worm has handed you a pail of glistening water. sukuna kisses his teeth, cranes his arm slightly backwards and waves his hand in your direction, still not facing you.

“get a move on already,” he begrudgingly grumbles out, but you don’t miss it - even under the faint moonlight and scarcely littered dim street lights

the tinge of rose red

that blossoms up his mid helix

to the tips of his ears,

𝓡.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ᅠ ͏͏ ͏͏ 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠ ͏͏ ͏refuses to hold your baby

♡. 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓫. heian!sukuna :: slight angst :: fluff

"Do not bring that thing near me."

"This thing is your daughter."

The King of Curses sat upon his throne, and yet you had no issue glaring up at him. As if it were your stare that could cleave. Your hands that could ignite his shrine into blitz and ember.

Bundled in a silk blanket and babbling up at you with eyes as ruby as her father's, your daughter chewed on her thumb. Blissfully oblivious to the tyrant from which she came.

Sukuna refused to hold her.

It was subtle, at first. When she was born, he claimed that it was vital for a baby to stay close to its mother. For warmth, food and comfort.

It had been four weeks, and your husband hadn't so much as grazed her tiny pinkie.

"Why?" You asked, anger blooming in your throat like the flowers he had planted in the gardens for you. He would sully his knees in the soil and his hands in the mud for your benefit, but couldn't bear to hold the life that he had created?

Sukuna's face was hard in a scowl. Each maroon eye glaring into your soul.

A beat of silence.

"I do not want to."

You flared, clinging your baby closer. "Are you ashamed? Ashamed of the life we created?"

"No, damnit woman—"

"Then why!?"

"Because I will mar her!"

The shrine shook as he shoved himself out of his throne. Standing now. It was at his full height that you recognised the being thousands feared. Four arms, two faces, and a stature that rose from hell.

His glare burned, but it wasn't anger. Face twisted in an emotion you hadn't seen enough from him.

"I will— hurt her. Is that what you want?"

Vulnerability.

Your daughter startled. Sniffling at the booming voice that rattled the floors. You watched her face squish and her lip quiver, before a broken, hiccuped sob filled the air.

His shoulders sunk. The fight seeping out of him. You watched his eyes swell with many things you'd never seen before.

Guilt, sadness.

Fear.

Rocking your startled baby, you held her close with soft shushes, but her sniffles soon turned into wails. Sukuna's stood frozen, sullen.

You understood, now.

Cradling the small girl, you stepped forward. Up the stairs to the platform of his throne. Even as he took a step back, you persisted.

"Sukuna. . ." You called to him. Soft in the way that only you were capable of being with him.

He almost flinched.

"This child, she's ours. Our daughter, made with love."

You stood right in front of him now. Taking in his wound up muscles and squared shoulders. Looking more like a deer ready to sprint than a father.

A father who feared that his hands were too rough, too evil, to nurture his own child.

"You won't hurt her. Because she's ours." Reaching forward, you held out the sobbing bundle. Watching his face and the several shades of uncertainty it turned.

You had never seen him so. . . frightened.

You pushed past his hesitancy, carefully placing your daughter into a set of his hulking arms. She was tiny compared to him. Seemed he was processing that too.

Aiding his position, you slipped one of your hands to tenderly hold him by the bicep as he, for the first time ever, held his daughter.

His breath was hitched. All of his eyes gaping at the small bundle in his arms. Watching her as if she were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

Your daughter's sobs stirred into sniffles, then hiccups, until. . . silence.

As big, ruby eyes stared up at her father. Taking him in. His face, his warmth.

And then, she beamed a toothless smile.

Sukuna tensed. A shaky breath hitching.

"She's— she's smiling. Why is she smiling?"

He quickly looked to you. Brows pinched. Looking lost, looking scared.

You offered him a smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "Because she knows that her father loves her." Tickling her neck, you hummed as she squirmed a bit and giggled, pressing more into him.

He instinctively held her closer. Eyes unblinking.

You watched as Ryomen Sukuna, The King of Curses, melted. His heart swelling as he stared at his daughter. Even bringing one of his fingers closer to her, so that she could grab at it. Hugging around it with that big, bring smile.

His mouth quirked at the corner. Faint, but tender.

"Yeah. . ." He whispered, voice thick with emotion. Centuries worth of affection for his child, his daughter.

"Your father loves you. More than anything. More than life."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda. art cred: @/lacquerheadd

your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.

then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.

it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.

tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.

your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.

the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.

you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.

"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.

"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.

then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.

then you reverse the camera and film your face.

sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?

so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.

sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.

“Baby I said I'm sorry!” 

Sukuna has been apologizing for the past thirty minutes. You refused to budge. Which is why he was now locked out of your room. 

“And I said I DON'T FORGIVE YOU!” you yelled out in frustration. “This is all to teach you a lesson. Next time a girl starts feeling you up and tries getting in your pants, you should shove her away!” 

“But baby we were all dancing and I stopped her when she started touching me..” he paused, taking a deep breath. “Plus I thought she was into Toji for fuck’s sake!” 

“Either way she was standing way too close. Did you even tell her you have a girlfriend? Am I just a toy? Am I here only for you to play with? Do you forget everything we share once you’re with your boys?!” 

Okay maybe you were starting to get a bit too dramatic, but it was all for good cause! You were gonna put him in his place because who does he think he is? Last time a classmate of yours asked for your notes, Sukuna broke the poor guy’s nose. So no. You weren't gonna let this slide.

“Listen here woman, either you’ll open this door, or I'm breaking it down.” your boyfriend threatens, banging at the door softly, contrasting his tone and actions.

“Ryomen Sukuna. If you so much as touch this door again, you will be sleeping at the frat’s house for the rest of the semester. Try me. I dare you.”

Silence lingers for a while, but then you hear loud bangs. “WHAT THE FUC- “

Another bang. And then, the door opens, and Sukuna barges in. 

“Are you serious right now? Get out!” you point towards the door, but all Sukuna does is lean against the doorframe, and looks you up and down.

“No, I'm not getting out until we solve whatever this is. Sit down.” he gestures with his eyes for you to sit down, but of course you don't comply.

“No.” you stare at him in defiance. “I'll have you know I am crazier than you think. If you don’t get out, I'll jump out the window."

Sukuna’s eyes widen in surprise, but then his lips curl into a smirk. “Really babydoll? Be my guest.” 

Now it was you whose eyes widened in surprise. You start walking to your window, while keeping watch on the pink haired man.

“I am so serious I will do it!” his brows lifted in challenge. “Go ahead baby.” 

You open the window, and brace both your hands on either side of it, while lifting your right leg. Just as you were about to jump, Sukuna’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly. 

“Let go asshole!” you struggle against him. You thrash your hands around, trying to get out of his grip, but to no avail. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, woman! Goddamnit stop fidgeting!”

“Oh so now my words are bullshit? Wow Sukuna, you deserve the award of man of the year. Seriously. Dude will you just let go already!” 

“Stop yelling and I will. Also, I’m not your dude.” He dragged you all the way to the bed when he finally settled down, with you on his lap. “Will you please just listen? I said I was sorry, you know I love you and only you. I would never look at another woman the way I look at you.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but Sukuna silences you with his index.

“Many women throw themselves at me. Did I ever entertain any of them? No. You know why? Because I have you, and you are enough. I only have eyes for you. I love you.” 

Your eyes start around the room, avoiding his at all costs.

“But you already know that, don’t you?” he flashes you a sly smile. “Did you really think I would actually believe that you got jealous because a girl hit on me?” 

…aaand you got caught. Guilt spreads through your face, and you loop up at the ceiling, feigning innocence. “I don't know what you’re talking about.” 

Your boyfriend lets out a huff, giving your side a quick squeeze. “Yeah yeah. Of course you don’t.” 

He tsked as he turned to stare at where you were standing a minute ago. “And stop pulling that shit, doll. You could get seriously hurt, y’know.” 

You smile at him, too overjoyed considering what just went down. “It adds a little spice to our relationship though. But I think I might have to change my ways. After the first two times, you stopped panicking.” 

Sukuna’s lips part, but nothing comes out, he just shakes his head in defeat, before pecking your lips and pulling you into his embrace.

Polar opposites! (Sukuna’s Ver.)

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The first thing anyone on campus learned about Ryomen Sukuna was simple

Avoid him.

The second thing they learned?

Avoid him harder.

Sukuna was the kind of guy professors dreaded seeing on their attendance sheets. The kind of guy who made freshmen cross the street when they spotted him walking toward them. He wasn’t even trying to be intimidating half the time—he just naturally looked like he was one bad day away from committing a felony.

He was rude.

Arrogant.

Mean for absolutely no reason.

And unfortunately for everyone else, he was also ridiculously attractive… which made things worse.

The frat house he shared with Toji, Choso, and Geto had gained its own reputation because of him. People threw parties there, sure, but they also had entire group chats dedicated to warning others about interacting with Sukuna.

“Don’t ask him for notes.”

“Don’t ask him for directions.”

“Don’t ask him for anything.”

“He called me an idiot for holding a door open for him.”

“He told me my major was useless.”

“He told me my face was annoying…I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HIM.”

So naturally, when the campus sweetheart showed up at the frat house asking for him…

Everyone was… confused.

You stood on the front porch clutching your bag, looking entirely too adorable to be standing in front of this house. The afternoon sunlight caught your smile as you thanked Choso for answering the door.

“I was looking for Sukuna.”

The silence that followed was immediate.

Choso blinked.. “…Sukuna?”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

He looked concerned... very concerned.

Behind him, Toji and Geto looked just as concerned as Him.

“…Why?” Choso asked carefully.

You tilted your head.

“Hm?”

“What do you need Sukuna for?”

“Oh.”

You laughed a bit, like that wasn’t the most valid question-

“I just wanted to see him.”

The concern somehow got worse.

Toji finally walked over.

“Kid.”

You looked up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Did he threaten you?”

“…What?”

“Blackmail?”

“No?”

“This some kind of.. group project thing?”

You shook your head.

Geto had now joined the crowd.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“The project.”

“There isn’t a project.”

Toji sighed.

“Look. You’re nice.”

“Thank you?”

“And he’s…” Toji gestured vaguely.

“Evil..” Choso supplied.

“A walking lawsuit..” Geto added.

“A dick.”

You stared at them.

The three men stared back.

Choso crossed his arms.

“Trust us. Whatever you’re doing with or for Sukuna isn’t worth it.”

“Seriously—” Toji said. “Do it alone.”

“Do what alone?” you asked.

“Whatever you got stuck with doin’ with him.”

You looked increasingly confused.

“I think you’re misunderstanding—”

“No, trust us.” Choso interrupted.. “You seem sweet.”

“You are sweet.” Geto corrected.

“And Sukuna isn’t.” Toji added.

“He’ll make you cry.”

“Probably laugh while doing it.”

“Definitely laugh while doing it.”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

“…I’m his girlfriend.”

Silence.

Complete utter silence.

The three stared at you like you’d mentioned bombing their frat house.

You smiled awkwardly.

“…His what?”

You laughed softly. “I’m his girlfriend.”

The three men looked like their souls had temporarily left their bodies.

“No.”

You blinked.

“No?”

“That’s not possible.”

“It is.”

“No, it isn’t.”

You frowned.

“It literally is.”

Toji looked horrified.

“You’re telling me Ryomen.. has a girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“The Sukuna?”

You nodded.

“The same Sukuna who told a guy his haircut looked like a public health violation?”

“…Probably?”

“The same Sukuna who got banned from two campus clubs in the same week?”

“Maybe?”

“The same Sukuna who called a professor annoying to his face?”

“That sounds like him.”

Nobody spoke, because frankly?

Nothing about this made sense.

You were the nicest person on campus.

Everyone knew you.

You volunteered, you tutored students, you remembered birthdays. You baked cookies for stressed classmates during finals week. You once helped a lost freshman find her dorm and then carried her suitcase up three flights of stairs. Meanwhile Sukuna once told someone their dog was smarter than they were.

The math WAS NOT mathing.

Then the hallway door opened.

Heavy footsteps approached.

And suddenly there he was.

Sukuna.

Tall, Intimidating, covered in tattoos… and looking incredibly annoyed.

“What the hell is taking so—”

He stopped when his eyes landed on you.

Immediately—IMMEDIATELY— His entire expression changed.

The irritation vanished.

Gone…Just gone.

“…There you are.”

Your face brightened.

“Hi Ryo.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed.

“What’re you doing here?”

“I brought you lunch.”

“Lunch?”

You held up a small bag.

“You always forget to eat lunch on gym days.”

“…Oh.”

The giant terrifying man suddenly looked almost embarrassed.

Almost.

“Well.. thanks.”

“No problem.”

The others looked ready to pass out. Because Sukuna had just said thank you.

To a human being.

Voluntarily.

You smiled and held out the bag, but instead of taking it immediately, Sukuna grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you closer.

“You eat already?”

You nodded.

“Enough?”

“Yes.”

“Water?”

You giggled.

“Yes, mom.”

“You sleeping?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly isn’t an answer.”

You pouted.

“It’s close enough.”

“No.”

The pout deepened.

And to everyone’s horror—

Sukuna sighed and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Brat.”

The others collectively stopped functioning.

You smiled happily.

“Love you too Ryo.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, but corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“What the hell.” Toji muttered.

Sukuna glanced over.

“What?”

“What was THAT?”

“What was what?”

“You kissed her.”

Sukuna looked confused.

“…Yeah.”

“YOU KISSED HER.”

“And?”

“YOU HAVE FEELINGS.”

Sukuna stared at him.

Then looked at you.

Then back at Toji.

Like Toji was the stupid one.

“Obviously.”

The room went silent again.

Because apparently the scariest man on campus wasn’t incapable of love. He’d just used every ounce of kindness he possessed on exactly one person. And as Sukuna casually wrapped an arm around your shoulders while you happily leaned into him, everyone in the room came to the same realization:

Sukuna wasn’t mean to everyone.

He was mean to everyone else.

You, unfortunately—or perhaps very fortunately—were the one exception.

And judging by the way he looked at you?

You always would be.

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suguru taking care of both of your holes ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

there’s nothing suguru loves more than fucking both of your holes and watching you struggle to do so.

having your throat tight around an eight-inch dildo while he rams into you, feeling you squeeze around him tightly. 

watching the saliva strings drip one after another and the sounds of your gargling and struggle while he continues to throat fuck you and fuck you from behind. 

it gets him off in more ways than one. everything about this setup gets him hot; having you struggle is a kink of his. 

“come on, you’ve done it before; just breathe through your nose.”

pushing the dildo deeper into your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.

the coating of your wetness is making its way to his balls, sending a warm shiver down his spine. 

sometimes he had you deep throat him while you rode a dildo, seeing if it was easier for you, and it wasn't; you still struggled to fit all of it inside of you and then slide it out with ease. 

making suguru push his dick further in the back of your throat so he can watch you try to focus on both things at once. 

every time you stopped riding the dildo or meeting the rhythm of his dick going in and out of your wet, sloppy mouth, he'd give your cheek a firm smack to keep you focused or close your nose and watch panic fill your eyes. 

“don’t pull back… don’t you fucking dare.” 

leaning down and blowing in your face a little, then shoving himself deeper, your throat squeezing around his dick tightly, holding onto him, and the dildo inside of you starting to ease up because of how wet you are. 

the slick noises of both your holes getting fucked are like music to his ears; he can go to sleep from those sounds alone. 

closing his eyes while he continued to throat fuck you and soaking in the sounds.

every little sound your body made. your heavy breathing, your little whimpers, your pussy, and the way your mouth starts to sound after he cums down your throat and you start to choke.

squirming on your knees while you still try to keep up the pace and rhythm of riding the dildo, the tip of it digging into your sweet spot near your cervix making you squeeze your eyes shut. 

there are so many feelings in your body that you can’t keep up with, and you end up squirting on the dildo.

suguru is holding the back of your neck and still driving himself deeper, trying to have himself slip down more even if it's not possible. 

making sure he can milk himself dry using your throat one more time while he watches you soak the dildo again. 

your bounces are getting faster because of how slick the dildo is now; his breathing gets harder, and the tip of his dick twitches a little before he cums again, his cum painting the back of your throat and slowly sliding down. 

“you did it; you took both.” 

Warning: Beware of last slide

Gojo version

you were sent by the heavens to slay a trecherous sea monster. but it seems that his charms and tentacles are the real treasures of the depths.

cws. smut :: monsterfucking :: tentacles :: penetrative sex :: overstim :: creampie :: multiple orgasms :: clit play :: enemies to lovers

You had dealt with many monsters in your immortal existence.

"Why, hello there."

But nothing compared to the murky depths of the ocean.

Your wings were drenched. Heavy with salt. You hated it, any cold, wet thing. This was slippery. What felt like a hundred, slimey limbs. Locking you in a helpless tussle. Deep blue, and covered in curious suckers.

Another thing you hated, feeling helpless.

Crashing waves cottoned your hearing. The thick smell of the ocean stuffed your nose. The sky was a grey glare. Cracking open in small parts for the sun to mock you too.

"Release me you— foul creature!"

Your screech tore through the roar of the mighty seas.

His deep chuckle caressed you. Stilled the storm in your heart. Through the mess of thick tentacles, the torso of a man appeared before you.

Hair white and iridescent, like pearls. Eyes as blue as the sun hitting the sea. Enchanting. Sculpted by the might of the ocean.

The being crooked his head. Watching as your wings feebly fluttered against his strong limbs. "Sent by the heavens for little old me?"

He jerked you closer. Those slippery tentacles scouring you. Wound you up until only your head was free from their treacherous coil.

Up close, he was more beautiful than the ocean and all of its terrors.

Still, you stained his face with a violent spit.

"The heavens ordered me to come back with your head, wretched monster."

His smile grew, even as your saliva slipped down his cheek.

"Is that so?" His face craned closer. Stare hypnotising. You were warned about this.

His damp, white lashes hung low, and he whispered. Too calm for a creature birthed in the heart of the black sea.

"Well, I think you'll find that I'm wonderful company to keep around."

Even his grin was pearly. You were done for.

Wrists trapped behind you. One coiled tight around your waist, another round your throat. Your thighs clasped in their silky lock and spread open wide. Displaying your sin to the ocean.

Your slick mixed with the sea water. Dripping helplessly from your stretched out pussy. Greedily welcoming two thick, pumping tentacles. Relentless, greedy. Sticky with a mix of your divine cum and whatever monstrous goo oozed from him.

It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

"Say it again for me, sweet thing." His voice drawled on your ear.

"S-. … Satoru."

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