Sukuna moans as his head tossed back again the soil. His eyes tightly shut as his canine teeth were clenched. Droplets of sweat roll down his forehead as he squirms just a bit again the warm grass.
This necessarily fucking in public. But eating Sukuna's pussy out in the middle of the woods in short patch of grass was clearly enough to get him soaking wet that it dripped down your chin.
It's been centuries since you last saw him. He was smaller... No longer having the grotesque form of four arms and four eyes. His presence was the same.
Though you were the only one that was able to see him like this. He grinded his cunt against your mouth with a glare. "...faster you fool.!"
He hissed as your eyes were closed and eagerly sucking his clit. His thighs, not as thick, hung on over your shoulders. His black nails dug into her scalp yanking your face closer to his soaking cunt.
You pat his thigh with a hum. "...you know My King. You could have some patience—
You were cut off with him pushing his pussy right back down on your tongue. "I waited centuries...give me what I want." He pants as he drops his head back on the ground.
This was beneath him. If it was you though. He wouldn't be so vile.
Just eat his pussy out. He didn't care who watched.
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imagine Heian-era!Sukuna eating you out while you’re on your period. imagine him getting all whimpery and desperate because your blood is the sweetest he’s ever tasted. imagine him cumming just from the taste of your blood. imagine him rutting desperately against the bed, craving more, unable to pull away, driving himself into overstimulation, all four of his pretty red eyes growing teary when you put your hands in his hair. he cums again immediately when you call him a “good boy”.
meant to reply directly through this ask but accidentally posted the draft.. had to screenshot and paste, but oh well. sorry for getting back to you so late, nonnie. ᝰ.ᐟ [P.S] Forgive me if I'm rusty. It's been a while.
⌗ sub bottom. sukuna x dom top m. reader
cw. established relationship, degradation, use of the word "whore," reader has a penis, reader is down bad and under for sukuna, one singular spank.
it was supposed to be punishing — rough and unforgiving. sukuna had fucked up; flaunting about the homicide he's committed, discarding his own butlers and companions, leaving only one: uraume. and for what, why? he always refused to elaborate.
"what the hell are you mad about this time?" he pulled a face; half a scowl and half a smirk, an ugly expression only the king of curses could pull. you grimaced, the question only ticking you off further. "fuck off," you grunted, hands pinning his wrists above his head.
sukuna had already been sprawled on the bed to begin with, as if he were riling you up on purpose. "fuck me," he licked his upper lip, flashing his fangs at you. "or are you too much of a wimp for that?"
you've known sukuna for enough time at this point. and yet, there are so many things — too many things he kept from you. it was fine during the earlier years of your time together. but now, after so many years and so much effort you've put into relation with this man, this curse, you call your one. it was starting to get infuriating.
"what's the point of us being together if you're not going to be honest and real with me?" you cursed under your breath, hips jerking against sukuna's own. he's lost count of how long you've been buried deep inside him. not because of how long it's been, no. but simply because facing you without that kind, forgiving exterior he fell in love with felt like an agonizing eternity.
sukuna was used to pain. he was used to being treated roughly — with no pardon, no remission, and no purgation. he is the almighty king of curses, after all. guilty at charge of the murderings of thousands. antagonism was his nature. repugnance was the pulse he lived on.
that's what he had always thought until he met you.
you were an unfortunate soul sukuna found in the midst of his wanderings. faced with him, you had never once quivered in fear. you were willing; kind, funny, mindful, solicitous, benevolent — a truly good-natured being opposite to him in ways he couldn't seem to put into words or even thought. you were nothing like him.
"wait," sukuna rasped in between thrusts. his nails dug further into the skin of your shoulders, enhancing the previously imprinted crescent marks on your skin. "i– i don't like this," he called out your name, attempting to reach out and land a kiss on your lips.
woefully, to no avail. "i don't like you killing your butlers and keeping things from me, either," you hissed through frivolous breaths, eluding from his attempts for affection and proceeding to pound with no target in mind.
"but here we are, yeah, 'kuna?" you gritted your teeth. sukuna let out a noise alike to a whimper, his walls clenching around you in protest. "you piss me off," he bit his lower lip, legs twitching as you manhandled his body into doggy-style.
you've done this sort of play before. casual bantering was common between the two of you. rough sex; bdsm, spanking, choking, degradation, and all those things. but this time, it felt different. the tone of your voice felt distant and ruthless. the affection he's always longed for since the moment he received it left no trace in the way you spoke, and it felt like shit.
"go on, tell me why the fuck you beheaded john?" you snapped your cock inside him, fingertips digging into the mounds of his flesh. john was one of the servants he had murdered earlier that afternoon — a topic he snickered about with uraume said evening. "you know i told you to be done with worthless homicide," you lifted your hand, striking your palm onto his ass in an abhorrent manner.
his hips jerked in response. "shut— shut the fuck up," sukuna managed to gasp between moans, hips stuttering against your own as he tried to deny the overwhelming feelings he had circling in his system. "it's nun' of your business," he bites back just before your tip hit straight onto his prostate.
sukuna's head fell back, mouth agape without sound as his cock spurted worthless heeps of cum. "but uraume deserves to know?" you rolled your hips directly against his prostate, uncaring of the stimulation he's going through. he hiccuped, and your palm went straight to cup his mouth. "fuckin' whore," you grated out.
he doesn't know if he should cum again from how sexy your voice is or if he should get angry for what you said about uraume. right now, he's just trying to get off his high.
sukuna heaved out, attempting to control his breathing whilst his ass rolled against your cock once more. "i wish i was theirs," he retorted through a forced smirk. that's right, if you were gonna play at this game, then he might as well join in on the fun.
big mistake.
you wasted no time to slide your palm to the back of his head, tangling your fingers against the strands of his hair just to shove his face down onto the pillow before him.
"whore," you cursed, hips thrusting mercilessly against his sore ones. sukuna's hand reached out to grab ahold of yours on his hip, muffled groans resembling words aiming for rebuttal.
you hadn't even realized when the night of passion you had planned turned much more personal on your end.
sukuna grasped for air as soon as you let go of his hair, arms scrambling to support his body as your thrusts resumed torturously. he reached one hand to find yours, head looking back to meet your gaze. normally, even in doggy-style, you'd still be all over him — fingers lacing with his own on the mattress, kisses laid upon his back and shoulders.
now, it's all sex.
he's not sure if he likes it. but the tears in his eyes betray any sort of ground you had in the first place. "ryomen," you gasped out his name as soon as you caught a glimpse of the fat glands of tears rolling down his cheek.
"why are you the one crying?" you questioned through a slight scoff, easing your thrusts as you slowly handled him to lay on his back. they say a man's true weakness is the tears of his loved one. and man, is you.
the staggering of your hips came to a halt, palms reaching up to wipe his tears away with your thumbs. "was it something i said?" your voice faltered, the facade of your anger slowly losing its filter. "too rough? too much?"
sukuna shook his head, hand reaching to clasp the one on his cheek. "no," he breathed out. fuck, a curse rang through his head. this was the version of you he was used to. "just wanted you to kiss me," he almost clawed himself for sounding so pathetic.
your gaze of worry soon wavered. "fuck this shit," you exhaled, averting your sight before glancing back at him. "i really thought i lost control," your voice came out almost barely a whisper. despite his exterior, sukuna lets out a few tears often during intimacy. this time, it caught you off-guard, though.
"fuck you," sukuna uttered hoarsely, leaning against your palm. "you didn't kiss me. not even once," he rocked his hips against yours suggestively, steadying his breath whilst his fingers laced with your own.
your face fell flat, expression dull before you rolled your eyes. "will you stop killing your servants?" you asked.
his expression hardened, gaze flickering before returning back to you. "will you stop getting all touchy and flirty with them?" sukuna clenched his jaw.
oh. that was it the whole time?
you opened your mouth to deny that accusation — but seeing that look on his face; teary eyed with his lips pursed. fuck, he was acting way out of character right now. "i'm not even gonna argue with you," you sighed, leaning down to place a your lips on his forehead.
his hole spasmed with joy simultaneously with his sneer.
"'kay, now fuck me again," sukuna tightened his legs around your waist along as his arms draped around your shoulders — an order which you could only oblige.
This man is gorgeous and no one can tell me otherwise that he would not be into cross-dressing this man could pull it off
imagine him in an all pink set of lingerie maybe red would be nice
definitely into praise but he must be used to that so degrading him would be amazing
imagine pulling his hair as he scrunching up his face when you fuck him nicely
back to degrading Gojo, he would be surprised that someone would even call him a slut he will never admit it but he likes it
loves sex toys especial his pink vibrator with the gems on it!
✼ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ✼ ✼ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ✼ ✼ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ✼
SUKUNA
let's be real this man would rather die then be a bottom but just let me dream
PRAISE this man lives on it might get off at the sweet nothings you say to him
unlike gojo he would not wear lingerie unless you really want him too
since he really isn't one to wear lingerie he would be completely nude like imagine if you were busy with work he will walk into your room completely nude just to get your attention~♡
overstimulation he is into that, he is a king after all and kings need to stop thinking so please rimming is welcomed
sorry that's all guys I ran out of motivation I do have more ideas maybe do geto and itadori next! sorry if it was shit too, anyway have a good day or night
Picture this, right? Omega Sukuna whose second gender gets carried with him into each vessel he takes. He wants an alpha so bad, doesn’t he? But instead of Yuuji being his vessel, it’s you. And you’re an alpha.
Sure, heats get confusing. But you’d make it work. Masturbating, toys, maybe candles as a cheap replacement for the scents because you can’t both be in possession at once.
But it’s the mental state that gets him. And you. Because anything is possible there, any position, any place, any time. He could even change his form, maybe distort it, into the one we all know and love (I know none of you are narcissistic enough to want to fuck yourselves… but maybe you’d like to watch yourself fall apart? Like kinda mirror sex??)
Anyways, yeah. That’s the idea. Sub omega Sukuna with an alpha vessel.
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Summary: Sukuna gets tangled up in Christmas lights
Warnings: modern au, no use of y/n or pronouns, softdom!reader, sub!sukuna, use of good boy, light teasing at the end, suggestive smut idk
A/N: This is my first post ever, so please bare with me (this is prob a dumb post). I had a dream this man was tied up with Christmas lights shibari-style, so I thought I'd share something similar. ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
Sub!sukuna who receives a text message from you saying he better have the Christmas tree up with the lights on by the time you come back home from work.
Sub!sukuna who rushes to the garage to find the old plastic boxes filled with Christmas decorations because he doesn't want to upset you.
Sub!sukuna who starts working up a sweat bringing in tons of boxes, so he changes out of his work clothes into his gray sweatpants.
Sub!sukuna who finally assembled the Christmas tree and moved onto wrapping it with the lights.
Sub!sukuna is who you find on the floor when you come home from work, tangled up in the Christmas lights. His sweaty muscles are bulging out from the cables. "Good boy," you purr. "You finished setting up."
Sub!sukuna who gets hard from your praise and feels his boxers getting stickier. His cheeks grow redder & hotter.
Sub!sukuna who sees you standing over him, looking at the stain growing on his sweatpants. "Let's get you unwrapped."
A/N: Sorry if this was really short. I'm not a very good writer, but I have a lot of dumb ideas in my head lol. Also, IMAGINE true form Sukuna this way aaaughhhhhhh
Any interactions are appreciated (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
TW: fucking him in his throne room + mention of strap/cock + slightly mean reader? + overstimulation + crying sukuna
No pronouns used
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Sukuna bent over his throne in his throne room where his loyal servants would walk in and see the King of curses getting dominated by his lover. Your strap/cock hits all the right places in his hole causing choked moans and gasps to leave Sukuna's mouth.
His multiple eyes squeezed shut while your thrusts turn deeper and rougher causing your strap/cock hit his prostate over and over again, your hand wrapped around his cock matching your strokes with your thrust. Sukuna's brain fogged up with the overwhelming pleasure taking course in his body.
His orgasm came one after another until his third orgasm came, letting out a squeal that anybody could hear if they were close enough to the throne room. His seed painted his throne white from the amount of times he had came all over his throne and your hand, his hole loosened up from how many times you thrust so deeply inside him.
His grunts and groans turn into full-on blown screaming, squealing, moaning, and crying from the pleasure, he was so overstimulated from the fact your hand was stroking his cock and your strap/cock hitting all the right spots in his hole mercilessly. He digs his nails deeper into his throne trying to hold onto it for dear life while he gets fucked from behind.
He threw his head back in pleasure, his words formed into babbles and squeals every time your strap/cock hits against his prostate. It doesn't matter if his loyal servants walk in to see their master getting fucked so good, the only thing that matters is how good your making him feel.
Your rough thrusts turns into full-on pounding into his hole, his legs shook from trying to stay up and not collapse like a cheap whore found on the streets. It was pathetic to see the King of curses already withering on your strap/cock, just when Sukuna didn't think the pleasure couldn't reach even more, it immediately went tip first on that sweet spot, causing his toes to curl, his eyes to roll back.
He came, deliciously painting over his throne in white. His body slumps over, your strap/cock stayed buried within him, keeping Sukuna full. "N-no more.." he weakly mewls out, sounding suspiciously close to a whine, a pathetic one at most.
Maybe your pretty King of curses deserves another round huh?
