#(he bites)

Aranessa: *tearfully* Thaisha, my sister, my friend, my beloved ally and one of the only people left in the world that I can trust. I cannot follow you into the shadows. But please, take this boon from me.

Thaisha: *also tearfully* What boon?

Aranessa: I'm gonna tell Sir Julian to be absolutely unhinged as fuck about you. Same twelve out of ten insane that he is about me. I'm gonna tell him to bite people for you, like, nonstop.

Thaisha: I don't want that.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

He bites

realized i didn't have a eldritch ref of him so i did this lol

ID text above and below as always. :)

a/n: hopefully it matches anyone's freak, also sorry in advance for any writing, spelling or overall grammatical mistakes. please enjoy if you may, happy reading.

- biting. does it really need an explication? vampires bite, he is a vampire, therefore he bites. he would never bite hard enough to cause any severe wounds, well not to you, when it comes to others he doesn't care how much they suffer. it isn't always biting to pierce though the skin, sometimes he'd just scrape with his fangs along causing light scratches. he makes sure not to hit any major arthritis with his fangs even if it sometimes tempts him, so he ends up popping smaller blood vessels enough to make you slightly bleed.

- blood play. your blood, his blood or others blood, he does care who's it is, as long as he sees it on any inch of your body? he surely will get aroused. one time, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, cutting some vegetables up for it and then without even realizing you nipped at your finger skin with the knife. it bleed onto the wood cutting board as you took it and placed under the sink letting cold water run over it, he came to see if you needed help making dinner but stilled the moment he stepped in the kitchen. "you cut yourself?" he asked, making his way over to you, his eyes onto the blood that was drying into the cutting board. "it was an accident, my love" you told him as you watched the blood keep pouring slightly from the cut being washed off from your finger. he reached and turned off the sink and grabbed your hand in his guiding it to your chin and dragging it down slowly till it reached your collarbone, not worried about the blood dripping and soaking in your clothes. "are you serious–? this sundress was new, titus!" you huffed, pouting at the ruined fabric with crimson red liquid. "shhh no poutin– m'get you a prettier one, just like you, baby." he hummed as he brought the bleeding finger to his lips licking off the blood while keeping his intense gaze on you. he liked seeing you covered in blood, the proof of that was the slight visible bulge in his trousers.

- marking. encourages you to mark him, he likes it, sees it as a twisted symbol of loyalty and property, he wants you to let the people see that he is yours, he'll also leave some occasionally but he prefers the spots only he knows they are left on—considers it more intimate, a secret shared between you two. his favorite places to leave marks on are right underneath your stomach, the lower abdomen area "my sweet girl, so beautiful.." he'd whisper as he'd trace the marks, barely bruising that he'd left on you.

- overstimulation. one of his main goals everytime the two of you have sex, is for him to make you orgasm minimum two times before he gets to have one. he is shameless, asking about them from you like you were able to put up with his stamina, which you really weren't, you were already trying to keep yourself up despite how exhausted you were. "please, please–" you were practically begging keeping your eyes on his at all time "please what, sweetheart?" he knew what you wanted, you wanted to try to convince him that you couldn't give him another orgasm. "i can't–" to which he slowed down his rhythm his movements more precise aimed directly to drive you insane "one more, just one more, i give you my word, love." he hummed as his thrusts continued "you can do that for me, right? yeah you can, my sweet girl." his words giving you just the right push to throw you off the edge crying out his name as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your hands eventually finding their way onto his back digging your nails into it.

- primal play. do i need to elaborate? man enjoys his hunts, setting you free into the mansion's back yard, plenty of space for you to run and attempt to hide, doesn't always work out cause of his hightened senses. he'd hear your shaky breaths as he'd be right by your hiding spot while he walk around it pretending to look for you, he'd eventually make it sound like he felt stepping away. you'd peak out almost like a bunny out of it's warren trying to check if he's actually gone and then next thing you know when you turn he's leaned against your hiding spot smirking watching as you gulp and then bolt away. it's fun, as long as it's daytime (no, he doesn't burn in the sun, he's too cool for that.) he can be in the daylight cause of his ring, same ring that feels like ice cold against your skin when he grabs you. if it's nighttime then it does get a tiny bit scarier, he does it on purpose, teases you, especially if you threw any tantrums lately, he deals with them in his own way, when he catches you. shoving you again any surface nearby and making you regret pouting over smallest insignificant things.