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“My lord.”
Sukuna hated how sharp your tone got whenever you were upset with him. It was obvious too and you were the only one in the estate who could be as petty. he clears his throat before speaking, his gaze avoiding yours, “Wife.”
The first time the two of you crossed paths in two days and you looked at him as if you wanted nothing to do with him. The maids couldn’t even cut a grape with how tense the air was. Him avoiding your eyes only made you click your tongue and bow.
Moving to walk past him, he turns around just as quickly, frantically grabbing your wrist, “WAIT!”
Eyes widened, breaths were caught, and you were annoyed.
clearing his throat once more, he lowers his voice immediately, “wait. please.”
now you’re sitting in his chambers, on his large bed, your hands rested in your lap gracefully. your gaze sharp enough to make the room feel smaller, he stands before you nervously looking everywhere but at you.
“I’m sorry.” he lets out quietly, opening his mouth to continue, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that. when you clearly worried.”
he glances at you in between words, feeling like a puddle under the weight of your gaze, sweat beads at the corner of his temples, worried you would dismiss him, he continues. “I was frustrated and took it out on you.”
He looks up from your feet, a falter of your expression no where to be seen, he kneels in front of you, gently taking the back of your hands into his palms, “I may not deserve your forgiveness,”
his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your wrists, “But I would love it if you found it in your heart to forgive a fool like me once more.”
he dips his head into the palms of the hands smaller than his, his eyes closed, eyelashes kissing the middle of your hands as he pressed himself there, awaiting for your forgiveness.
a small huff leaves you, followed by a defeated sigh. your fingers curl into his face, cupping gently. you lift up his chin, his ruby red eyes meeting yours as they looked at you with such longing.
you find yourself leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye, a small sign of your grace.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but tug at the feeling, leaning into the palm of your hand while he melts into your touch.
a/n: ok wrote this on a whim i miss him sm.
my mooooooooooooooon my mooon my mannnnnnnmnnnn
hi mutual who’s cooler than me hi hi please don’t shoot me with a gun
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꒰ 𓈒 ׁ ︎ ︎ ✿ GOOD @ GOODBYES ! ㅅ `͈ 𓏼 )ა first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna ac. su2kuna ಎ ⎯⎯ ✉️ awky ⨍ reader 2.2k
the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
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aang just wants to make it up to you :(
Includes: sub!aang . dry humping. nipple play . piv . teasing . whiney aang . dom!reader if youd call it that . artcreds : cruxifixe_
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“thanks katara..” aang lets out quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. she just smiles sweetly, “no problem.”
Standing near the entrance of the tent holding a bowl of water that she just used to heal aang, walking out she makes sure to wish you both a good night, “goodnight guys.”
“night.” you both reply yet yours comes out short and blunt, tone a bit stiffer than usual. standing on the other side of the tent occupying yourself with anything else other than the sad puppy sitting behind you.
the tent was filled with awkward silence. the two of you inches apart while he tries to figure out how to make this up to you. him and his recklessness messing things up once again.
he glances up, your back the only thing within his view. you could hear the blankets shift under him, then the sound of his light footsteps getting heavier the closer he gets to you. refusing to even acknowledge him, you continue to fold the cloths in front of you.
he hesitates wanting to slide his arms around your waist, feeling the heat of your body radiate off of you, he decides to just wait.
“i’m okay.” he reassures. you keep yourself facing forward, away from him acting as if these cloths are much more important than anything he has to say. “really. look i’m okay!”
he tries again after being met with your silence, he frowns looking down, hands messing with the fabric of his pants.
“I’m sorry. look—” his tone holds a bit more panic behind it, he hates the silent treatment especially from you. he reaches, turning you around abruptly. “see i’m fine!”
your eyes were red and swollen from crying a bit ago, watching him fall in the snow after fainting in the air. at first glance you didn’t know if he was okay, so when you ran over to him in the thick snow tripping over your own feet you couldn’t stop crying. all for him to lay there and wake up with a stupid grin on his face, “wow, that hurt..”
like he didn’t just fall feet from the air. then proceeded to wonder why you were so sad but then your sadness turned to anger when you felt he didn’t understand. so yea you were mad at him. really mad.
so why is his tongue basically down your throat right now? your palms pressed flat against his chest while he held the back of your head in his hand, holding you in place even as you squirm around in his arms.
why is his leg wedged in between your legs? yet, you lightly grind against him despite yourself, pushing him back at the same time. He smiles against you, earning himself slight burns from you. The pads of your fingertips leaving small marks on his chest.
The small smell of burnt skin filled your nostrils, biting the bottom of his lip as he winced.
Why were you still climbing on top of him despite being pissed right now? your thighs settling on each side of him, his hands sliding up your bare thighs onto your hips after you left your pants on the floor.
“I’m still mad at you.” the cutest pout on your face even as you leaned a bit back to angle yourself better against him, grinding into him ever so slowly. His brows furrow at the friction, “Yea?”
“yea.” you didn’t stop, keeping that slow torturing rhythm. The damp spot on your panties becoming more and more visible with each passing agonizing second. His grip tightens the harder you press, pre leaking at his tip.
He bucks his hips up into you just barely, creating more friction. You whimper at his sudden movement, glaring at him to meet his oh so unapologetic eyes. Aangs fingers slip up into the waistband of your panties, tugging lightly.
“Stop it.” He only hums in response, eyes dropping and dragging over the way you rock your hips against his, coming back up to meet your flushed gaze.
“Stop what?” he asked innocently, lips curling up into a lazy smirk, bucking his hips once more. This time you fall forward, smacking your hands against his chest, palms heating as one reaches back to stroke over the hardened cock twitching in between your clothed folds.
His smirk falters immediately, a small pathetic whine leaving his lips. Slowly, you pull his waistband back, freeing his sticky hot and bothered cock. He throws his head back into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in sexual frustration.
“Please..” he whispers. “Please what?”
“Let me feel you.” he begged desperately, tired of your endless teasing, he digs his fingers into the fat of your sides. Your eyes widened when he looked back at you with tears prickled in the corner of his eyes. The sight did something to you, and for the first time in tonight you smiled.
“Oh.. well..” you drag. “I don’t think you deserve it.”
You push back against him, dangerously smirking with this teasing look in your eyes. The palm of your hand twisted against his tip, wrapping your hand around it and pressing your thumb over his slit. His whole body jerking underneath you.
“Shit, shit. I don’t.” He whimpered, head falling back on the pillow in pain?
“Yea, you don’t.” Yet, you find yourself pushing your underwear to the side anyway. Find yourself lining him up with your slick soaked entrance. Lifting and sinking yourself onto him steadily. The stretch burning you to your core, burning just the way you need it to.
And Aang? He feels like he could cum just from the contact alone. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size before you set a gentle body rocking pace, your hands set on his chest. Fixing your thumbs over his hardened nipples, Aangs face twisting in new found pleasure as you twist and pull at them.
He closes his eyes when you lean down, expecting you to put your mouth around it, instead you suck a hickey right below it. Smiling at the flustered look on his face after you looked back up, giving him exactly what he wants, you stick your tongue out to lick and flick the swollen nub, rolling the other in between your fingers as you do so.
Grunts turned into breathless whines escape his throat, “Fuck.”
He lies there helpless as if he couldn’t do anything about this punishing pace you set, in fear of you getting more upset with him. You let go of him, pulling yourself off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you stare at his bruised pec on the left side, feeling the upmost proud of yourself. But, you hadn’t moved in minutes, basically cock warming him at this point, he winces at the throb of his cock.
Catching his pained expression in the corner of your eye, you glance up, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Sorry.”
You lift yourself up far enough to sink back down onto him, throwing your head back in pleasure as you picked up the pace. Rubbing his fat tip along your honeyed walls, soft moans slipping past your lips while you close your eyes in bliss. Aang moans under you, cursing under his breath when you tighten around him as he hits that spongy spot so deeply.
He thrusts his hips up, meeting yours in a mean snap, a fuzzy feeling coiling up in your stomach. His thrusts never falter chasing the way you squeeze around him as he bullies that one spot. The pupils in his eyes turning into little hearts as he watches you ride him so sensually, “Mm.. you look so pretty like this.”
Oh, but you hear nothing he says, stars sitting in your eyes as you mutter ‘Im cumming’ body pulsing as you come undone on top of him, slowing and rocking while you come down from your high. Aang hasn’t come yet, and he was fed up. You just played and toyed with him, cumming all on your own and not even worrying about him.
In one swift motion, he flips you flat onto your stomach.
“Aang!?” you yell in confusion. He grips your hips, pressing them into a mean arch as he slaps his hips against yours. Filling you so deeply, you cum all over again, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he ruts into a spot you didn’t even know you had.
You melt into straight putty, letting him thrust and rut into you as he pleased. The base of his cock coated in your mixed stickiness. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, I love you.” he babbled, painting your insides with his thick pretty load, hips stuttering as your tight pussy clenched around him, squeezing him of every last drop. “Mmph— baby, I’m so sorry.”
You don’t even know what he’s apologizing for anymore, being stupid? fucking you stupid? Who fucking knows.
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18+ | aang x f!reader
summary: you say you can't. aang knows you can.
cw: overstimulation
a/n: so...i was inspired by a tik tok. :)
You collapse onto Aang's chest with a shaking moan, trembling violently as the last sparks of your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. You're panting into his sweat-slick skin, bruised cunt fluttering around his thick cock which is still hard and still thrusting into the sopping mess you've both made.
This should be the end—a sign to rest after he's filled you again. You're expecting him to slow down, grind his cum deeper until you can taste him in your throat. Then he'll gently lift you off his cock, groan as your cunt spills over his stomach and kiss you soundly before he takes such good care of you.
But Aang doesn't do that today—no, he doesn't slow down his thrusts so you both can rest. No, Aang continues fucking you, his hips pounding up into your used cunt and turning the last dregs of your orgasm into overstimulation that has you hiccuping. It verges on painful, overwhelming to a point your vision blurs around the edges. But then it turns into something sweeter, a heady cocktail that has you trying to escape.
Firm arms wrap around your back instantly, stopping your exit and you cry out when Aang's thrusts turn meaner. When they hit that spot inside you that has your cunt pulsing, cum-coated slick forming a frothy ring around the base of Aang's cock. They have you struggling against his hold, torturous ecstasy clawing at your nerves as your hands weakly push against his arms.
"I, I can't—" you slur pathetically, tears rolling down your heated cheeks. "Not again—please—"
"You can." Is all Aang breathes out, unrelenting as he slams up into your gaping cunt. One of his hands trail down to grasp at your ass, spreading a cheek wide so he can sink in deeper still. He groans, a pitched noise, as you convulse against him with your cunt clamping down on his length.
You shake your head, the weight of it heavy on your shoulders. Harsh sobs curl up your throat because overstimulation has turned into knife-sharp pleasure that spins a too strong coil in your lower stomach. You know what that means; it's an old friend though feels like an enemy with how powerful it's growing to be. It's going to devastate you and you aren't sure if you'll be able to survive it.
Aang needs to stop before you spiral hard.
You need to—
A particular hard thrust has you crying out, back arching against his arm and the coil in lower stomach tightening. Aang's responding whimper has it tightening further, his iron grip on your waist locking down as he begins to slam you down onto him with the hand he has on your ass.
His cock carves its path against your slick walls, strikes you hard and you're thrashing in his hold with an increasing volumes of ah ah ah's.
It's about to hit you, mercilessly, and you can't—
"You can." Aang's voice wavers, pleasure having gripped him fully. He's hazy-eyed, cheeks flushed and a small line of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth. He looks pussydrunk, drunk on you and how you're on your way to milking him dry. "You can—you can cum—again, my sweet girl, I know you can."
You shake you head fiercely, already sobbing out his name as one last thrust has you squirting heavily, shaking uncontrollably as Aang fucks you through it.
Then that big hand on your ass digs its nails into soft skin when Aang comes, filling you full with a bitten off whine and your eyes roll back as a smaller orgasm catches you by surprise.
Your vision darkens, your consciousness slips and all you hear before you give in is:
"I knew you could do it, my sweet girl."
It's that adoring praise that has you preening as you succumb to calming darkness.

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“What do you mean she won’t eat?” Sukuna asks, tapping the side of his face in frustration.
“Well.. we’ve been bringing her food.” one servant mentions,
“She just leaves it by the door untouched.” another one spoke,
“Or.. we find it in her trash.” The third one standing before him lets out quietly.
Sukuna groans to himself hearing the last sentence, dragging a hand over his face.
Moments later he bursts through your doors, your ladies in waiting behind him carrying his dinner, enough to share for two. Jumping at the sound of his rough footsteps you turn around to see them setting up. Your brows furrow at the sight, turning around the flow of your dark curls follow.
“You.” He points, “Get over here and eat right now.”
‘hmph’ you ignore him, nose turned up to the ceiling as you continue to face away from him. The next words coming out of his mouth in a more slightly angered tone, “If you don’t get over here right now, I’m gonna walk over there and hand feed you myself.”
Silence.
You knew he wasn’t going to do that, he wouldn’t dare. Your servants leave after helping him set up, and he just plops himself down in front of the table, staring at your back. The view striking enough to make him tug at the collar of his robe, your hair reached your mid back, luscious and healthy. “Must I really hand feed you in order to make you eat?”
Once again not answering him, he finds himself conflicted about how to approach this, exhaling deeply, “Hey. I’m talking to you.”
You act as if he’s not even there, walking around your room like a huge man bigger than your average isn’t sitting in the middle of it, trying to ignore the smell of the delicious food sitting on the table in front of him. Yet the smell of fresh white rice filling your nose only makes your stomach rumble desperately, sending you signals to pick up something, anything.
The corner of his mouth tugs at the sound of your stomach rumbling. He sighs, leaning on the palm of his hand, stirring the bowl of hot soup, “You know.. Had you finished your meal like a good girl, I was gonna have them bring you some sweet mangos.”
A very telling look on his face as he dramatically signs again, shrugging. “But, if you won’t even bother..”
“I guess I could have them for myself, you know they’re the sweetest in the spring.” he drags, noticing how your mouth is basically watering at the mention. Mangos are your favorite fruit, and he knows that. After a second of contemplating, you walk over to sit on the other side of him. Looking down at the steamed food, he watches you finally take your first bite of food in days.
Why you weren’t eating was neither here nor there, he’s just happy you’re eating. The two you finish the food quietly, and to no surprise you wanted more. So, seconds came pretty fast and you find yourself leaning back a bit and rubbing your very full belly.
A sigh, a smooth sound of how content you were comes out. No time wasted from him to have your treat he promised in his hands, the smallest, most peaceful smile rested against his lips.
“See. Look at you, feeling all better now that you’ve eaten.” he praises, sitting next to you as he holds up a fork with mango on it. ‘ahh’ you open your mouth awaiting for the very king of curses to feed you. Which he does so with no complaints.
“Whatever.” you grumbled, face full of mango.