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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen's ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .✦ ݁˖

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.

You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didn’t notice the immediate shift in the room's energy—the way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.

As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.

Ryomen looked a mess.

His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.

Then, the mumbling started.

“...unbelievable,” he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. “Brat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...”

You paused, holding a spoon. “Ryomen, did you say something?”

He didn't look at you.

Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. “I should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. “Are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I don't throw tantrums, human,” he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. “I state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.”

He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“Well?” he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. “Are you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.

His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.

“Good morning, Ryomen,” you whispered.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.

When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.

“Hmph...” he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. “See that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.”

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Whether anyone does fuck her is, of course, up to each of the men. Maybe we'll compromise: push the fleshlight into her asshole and fuck it while it's inside her, so we can improve on her natural abilities, and she can at least feel the pounding and the stretched-outness, but nothing more. Like being fucked with a condom, but even worse for her.

He then invaded your womb likely against your little will and pounded you, fighting your body from the inside, while you lay there and just take it.

Then he shoves himself down deep and unloads himself, claiming you despite your pathetic protest. And now, your body goes through a change.

Your breasts swell and grow large and heavy, your belly grows, your hips widen. And worst, even your brain changes completely.

There is no deeper defeat than this. And pathetic cunts rate themselves on how many times they’ve had this defeat.

toji thinks you sleep like somebody knocked you over and left you there, theres literally never any dignity to it.

one night he walks into the bedroom and finds you fully face down across the mattress, cheek smashed between two pillows, legs hanging off the edge like you slid outta the sky and landed wrong. another night youre asleep sitting up against the headboard with your arms folded like you were trying to stay awake and lost the fight halfway through.

and the soft little snores? jesus chris, they damn near kill him. and tonight is especially bad.

youre twisted up in the blankets wearing one of his old shirts, hair all over the place, mouth barely open while these tiny sleepy snores puff out every few seconds, your body limp like a heavy sack somebody dropped onto the bed, and toji just stands there staring for a long moment, big frame blocking the doorway, work jacket still half on, keys hanging from one finger while this deeply pained look settles over his face.

"…look at this damn girl." he mutters under his breath, to which you just snore louder and nuzzle deeper into the pillow. he snorts.

"...nah," he mutters, already moving toward the bed. "nah, cmere."

the mattress dips hard under his weight before both his hands grab at you at once, rough palms squeezing into your sides and thighs while he drags your limp body across the sheets toward him. you let out this weak sleepy whine without waking up properly, face still half buried in the pillow while he manhandles you around like an oversized stuffed animal.

"..toji," you mumble.

"yeah, yeah" he grumbles, visibly irritated by how cute you sound. "quit sleepin all stupid."

youre barely awake and somehow still trying to curl into him, warm and heavy against his chest while he sits there holding you with this tortured expression like hes suffering through it, and then you snore directly against his neck.

"..oh, you gotta be kiddin me," he mutters.

his grip tightens instantly after that, big hands squeezing at your soft sides hard enough to make you squirm in your sleep while he buries his face against your cheek with a rough groan.

you respond by drooling a little on his collarbone, and toji looks up at the ceiling for a long moment like hes asking god for strength, then he leans down and bites your cheek because the cuteness aggression youre giving him is way too much now.

"there," he mutters against your skin afterward, still holding you tight against him.

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gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

While we're there us FTMs are forced to be fully naked 24/7. This is to keep us from attempting to masquerade as a fake gender as well as allowing the staff easy access to monitoring our detransition progress. We get frequent vaginal and anal inspections because of how often the patients try to sneak contraband in their vaginas. At any time, staff including guards can bend us over and fist our pussies and assholes to check for contraband.

Every day we're forced to take estrogen injections and breast enlargement supplements. Every week the staff monitors the size of our clits and nipples hard and soft, our cervix height and dialating capacity, how wide our vaginas can stretch open in front of a classroom full of psychology students from the local community college.

We're forced to do multiple sessions of therapy every day with a psychiatrist. One therapy is to fuck our vaginas with dildos while repeating,"My name is [ birthname]. I have always been a woman with a vagina."

At group therapy I have to introduce myself using my birthname and female pronouns. I have to share all the progress I've made fixing my delusional thoughts of being a male .