Oikawa Who Gets Hit With Baby Fever And Has To Spend Hours With You In A Press Babbling About How Hes

Oikawa who gets hit with baby fever and has to spend hours with you in a press babbling about how he’s at least gonna fuck twins into you and makes you squirt countless times claiming you’ll take his cum better that way? 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

breeder! oikawa + petnames (bunny) + mating press + creampie + overstimulation + messy sex + squirting + praise + f! reader

it’s a gentle question at first, arms pushing your legs against your body even more- he asks with a sickly sweet tone, soft smile looking down while you’re cross eyed and sticky from the waist down-

“did you know-“ oikawa grunts, hissing, head tipping down, pretty hair of his tickling your nose before he picks his head back up.

“that it’ll be easier for you- if you’re all wet down there.” he finally groans out, two loads of his cum slowly seeping out with every push of his reddened cock inside, watching with lidded eyes as you start fluttering down around him once more.

“you’ll be able to take my cock so much better bunny- just squirt for me-“

he says it to shush your cries, cooing down at you that it’ll all be okay, he just needs you to take one more... that this load is the one that’ll stick, that’ll make you so pretty, glowey, fat and round with his babies.

“t-toorū!” you squeal, eyes no longer watching him, crossing while you wheeze, legs burning with the stretch he’s put your body in.

“‘ts okay- it’s okay baby... i told you, squirt one more time, one more time and it’ll all feel so good.” he nearly exclaims, furiously thrusting into you, jackhammering the swollen and raw head of his cock up into the sweetest spot- the one that finally has your cunt gush forth another spray of cum, landing all over his lower tummy, thighs, dripping down onto the bed.

“atta girl! theres my baby! sweet bunny-“

in the midst of fucking you, showering your pretty seizing up body with praises, his balls clench sorely, running dry- but still cuming enough that it oozes out, complimenting your own wet cum dripping onto the bed.

“oh- that’s it... you’re gunna be the best mommy... so sweet.” toorū breathes, mind foggy with lust and the swirling need to breed you.

title ; birthday gift

wc ; 2750

pairing ; tendou x reader x ushijima

tags ; pegging/assplay/anal, mmf threesome ish, v!reader, gendered nicknames (babygirl, etc), one instance of pussy slapping, so much jizz, very light bondage, in the pussy raw bc this is my fantasy and i make the rules, overstim, switch ushijima, soft dom tendou, sub reader, praise kink, choking, hair pulling

beta ; mae, my love

“Mmm, just like that~” Tendou coos in your ear, just quiet enough to be heard over the grunts and sighs coming from beneath you - the feeling of his long fingers gripping the leather around your waist nearly distracts you from the task he’s instructed you to complete. “Isn’t she so good, Wakatoshi?” Lust-blown brown eyes meet yours in a silent plea, dark bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. You’ve been teasing him for the better part of an hour now, his arms tied carefully over his head as you trace the rim of his asshole with lubricated fingers. The cool silicone of the expertly-selected dildo strapped to your hips rests teasingly on his inner thigh. “May I?”

Tendou confirms with a hot kiss to your neck as you slowly insert one finger to the knuckle, shuddering as Ushijima twitches under you, already so overstimulated. His eyes flutter shut as he adjusts to the minor stretch while you reach your free hand out to gently scrape your nails along the underside of his taut thigh. You watch carefully as his toned abdomen squeezes and contracts to follow his labored breathing.

You’re tempted to take the lead a little bit, watching him writhe underneath you. Your fingers trace up and up until you’re gently cupping and squeezing his balls, hoping your boyfriend won’t notice this deviation from his strict orders. You use the momentary distraction to slide in another finger.

Tendou chuckles against your shoulder as his hands rise up to knead at your chest, playfully pinching your nipples. You lean back into his touch as you curl your fingers into Ushijima’s tight walls, feeling his dick throb with the stimulation.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Tendou murmurs, “you’ve gotten pretty confident, haven’t you?”

Your only response is a nod and a breathy sigh as he continues to fondle you. Your eyes are trained on Ushijima’s face as you slowly work him open, but a firm pinch to your nipple and a hissed command in your ear brings you back to reality.

“Do you remember the rules?” One large hand comes to wrap gently around your throat. “Or should I edge you for a full day like last time, hmm?” He squeezes carefully, applying measured pressure to your pulse points, and it sends shockwaves straight to your cunt. You can’t imagine not being allowed to chase your own pent up release, not when you’ve been so good so far.

“N-no,” you stutter, removing your loose grip from Ushijima’s heavy balls and returning your free hand to his thigh, as you were instructed to do earlier. “No, sir.” Your obedience stirs something in Ushijima, as his glazed-over gaze is fixated on Tendou’s hand flexing around your throat.

Both Ushijima’s reaction and the way your hips angle back to meet his own are not lost on Tendou; he couldn’t miss the filthy scene laid in front of him that he orchestrated. The temporary power he has over both of you and your pleasure is enough to make his head spin and his dick rock hard, precum smearing across his belly as your ass presses into him. But he’ll wait - the scene is still unfolding.

“I think he’s ready for you,” he coos, moving his hands now to rest again on your hips, fingers toying with the straps. You nod obediently, temporarily removing yourself from Ushijima to apply a little more lube to the toy. Your brain is delightfully tingling as Tendou keeps his careful grip on your throat, and you clumsily align the toy with Ushijima’s puckered hole.

Slowly, achingly slowly, you sink further and further as Ushijima pants, flushed cock twitching as he struggles to catch his breath. Satori’s grip on your neck loosens and you begin to pant as well, leaning your head back onto his chest as you finally bottom out. He coos a hushed, “good girl” that makes you throb, caressing your flushed cheek with his long fingers.

He holds you still there for a moment, maybe a little longer than he should, only because the way both you and Ushijima look right now, panting and desperate and waiting for his command, is an image he wants seared into his memory.

But the watery look in his best friend’s eyes, pleading for some kind of friction and release from the teasing he’s endured, convinces him it’s time to get moving.

“Go ahead,” he whispers in your ear, “give him what he came here for.” You don’t hesitate to obey, carefully arching your back and pulling out halfway, before slowly easing back in. Your pace is slow and calculated, giving him almost enough to adjust before your hips are pressed flush to his thighs. Your grip on his corded thighs tightens as you hold yourself steady, using him for leverage as you maintain your speed. With the way his gorgeous cock twitches against his abs, you know that it still isn’t enough. Tendou notices, as well.

“Now I want you to take your cute little hand,” he hums as his own hand trails down your arm before grabbing your wrist and leading you, “and get to working on his pretty cock.” His touch leaves a searing trail across your skin, and you immediately comply, beginning by smearing the sticky mixture of precum and sweat that’s gathered at the blushing head of Ushijima’s cock. You stroke his length slowly, applying gentle pressure that elicits a rumbling moan from deep in his chest, louder than he’s been all night.

Your hips still for a moment as Tendou grips your ass, lightly spreading your cheeks as he situates his leaking length between them. He presses your forward at an acute angle that has you leaning over Ushijima.

With a roll of his hips and a gentle command of “move”, you begin moving in tandem, matching the pace of your hand to the roll of your hips. It’s all dictated by Tendou’s rhythm, carefully leading you from behind. His cock slides between your cheeks as you move, spreading precum on your lower back. His hips press you closer until you’re nearly sandwiched between both men, angling the strap on deep enough to tear a wanton, nearly whining moan from Ushijima. His mouth is hanging open, flushed down to his chest and eyes glazed over. Your hand on his cock squeezes a little tighter, almost squished between your bodies as your boyfriend pushes you even closer. The way Ushijima’s breath becomes erratic, Satori knows he’s almost there.

“You’re doing-” he breathes, “-so good, m-my good girl.” His eyes flit back and forth between Ushijima’s absolutely fucked out expression and your ass, feeling your arousal pooling as his balls slap against your cunt. “Almost there~”

His grip on your hips tightens and he quickly picks up the pace, the sound of moans and slapping skin filling the room. Ushijima cums with a strangled grunt, and Tendou leans back to watch over your shoulder as you pump him to completion, his sticky seed making an absolute mess on your breasts and his abdomen.

You straighten up and gently pull the toy out, leaning back against Satori for support. He presses a tender kiss to your sweaty shoulder, bringing one hand up to your chest to gather some of Ushijima’s seed on his fingers. Wordlessly he presses them to your lips, and you obediently lick them clean. You can feel his cock throb against your ass, and you realize that the party isn’t quite over.

In your submissive haze you don’t realize that he’s loosening the harness until the toy falls to the floor with a wet “thud”. His careful hands smooth over the area where the leather dug into your flesh, kneading gently where it indented. You sigh gratefully, hands still resting on Ushijima’s trembling thighs.

“It’s your turn,” he says, reaching his arm around you to tease his skilled fingers around your swollen lips, “I want you to get on the bed, on top of our dear Wakatoshi.” Even in your desperate state, you’re a little skeptical, hesitating for a moment until the hand teasing your folds rears backs and comes down with a harsh smack that sends a shock like electricity through your veins, just hard enough to make you yelp. “Come on, pretty girl.”

You scramble onto the bed with shaky legs, climbing over Ushijima until you’re straddled above him. In this position, you hover above him with your ass in the air, biting your lip as your eyes drink in the sight of him, trying to recover from being absolutely wrecked by you. He seems nearly as dazed as you are, surprised by the change in position but not upset.

“Are you ready for me?” You nod, letting out a soft whimper as he drags the leaking tip of his cock over your sensitive clit. “Both of you, color.”

You and Ushijima each manage to get out “green”, and at the signal Tendou pushes in, eliciting a gasp as you lean forward on your elbows, pressing your messy tits against Ushijima’s firm chest. As your boyfriend wastes no time thrusting into your velvet heat, your head spins and you struggle to hold yourself up. The motion of Tendou’s heavy thrusts has you rocking against the large man underneath you, smearing his spend between your bodies. He grunts a deep curse as he strains against the restraints on his wrists, wanting nothing more than to grope whatever flesh he can reach. Behind you, Tendou breathes a bemused laugh as he watches his overstimulated friend struggle.

“Tempting, isn’t she?” As if to prove his point, he leans forward and pushes you further so that your flushed face is pressed into the crook of Ushijima’s shoulder, giving him nowhere to hide as you whimper and whine. Your belly drags along his oversensitive cock trapped between you, and his hips rut up towards you to chase the friction.

Between the way Ushijima’s girthy length rubs along your clit and the way Tendou seems to know exactly which angle to hit, the pressure in your gut builds and coils until it feel like every muscle in your body contracts at once, and you bite Ushijima’s shoulder to hold back the cry that threatens to escape, but your boyfriend isn’t having any of that.

His long fingers tangle in your hair and roughly yank your head back, lifting you until your back arches. Tendou fucks you through your orgasm, cursing as your walls clamp down on him. Ushijima watches in awe, front and center to your fucked out expression as you sing Satori’s praises. His cock is painfully hard again.

With one last erratic thrust, Tendou buries himself to the hilt, coming with a strangled “fuck!” as he paints your velvet walls with his seed. He pulls out carefully, releasing his grip on your hair and watching as his cum drips from your hole.  You collapse onto Ushijima, barely catching your breath before you’re being pulled up again.

“Now, babygirl,” he coos gently, tone almost condescending, “look what you did.” He motions down to Ushijima’s cock beneath you, once again flushed and twitching. “He just can’t get enough of you. Do you think you can give him a little taste? Let him return the favor for earlier?” You whine in response, brain clouded by the pleasure still running through your veins.

“What d’you say?”

Your eyes trail up to Ushijima’s face, brows knotted in a silent plea. His hips buck under you ever so slightly, and the way it makes your nerves buzz sends you right back into that comfortable submissive haze. “Yes, sir,” you breathe as you carefully lift yourself onto your shaky knees.

Tendou helps lift you as you steady yourself on Ushijima’s sturdy chest, helping align the head of his cock to where your boyfriend’s cum is still dripping from your puffy lips. He slowly lowers you down, giving you time to adjust to the change in girth. Your eyes screw shut as he stretches you out, the sting just barely piercing through the haze in your mind.

The amount of restraint that Ushijima maintains is astounding, carefully waiting for you to adjust even while your sloppy cunt nearly sucks him in. The intoxicating heat of you is dizzying, the way your nails leave crescent-shaped welts on his shoulders and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth making him nearly lose control.

He shares a heated look with Tendou who’s grinning over your shoulder, before speaking up.

“Color.” It’s less of a question and more of a command, rumbling in his deep bass in a way that makes you snap back to reality.

“G-green.”

His self control is gone, hips pistoning up into you as Tendou’s firm grip on your waist keeps you steady. The mixture of your arousal and Tendou’s cum creates a creamy ring around Ushijima’s cock as he wrecks you, the lewd squelching and smacking sounds of your hips connecting almost as loud as the strained moans ripping from your throat.

Tendou grabs a fistful of your hair again to pull your drooping head up, letting you fall against his chest as your boneless body bounces on Ushijima’s cock. “Let him see you, pretty girl.”

Ushijima’s pointed gaze flickers back and forth between your glazed, submissive expression, your tits bouncing freely as you can do nothing but lean back and let him abuse your aching pussy, and the stretch of your puffy lips around his thick cock. The combination of all three is enough to do him in, but he holds out, wanting to savor this feeling as long as he’s allowed.

Despite the ache in your muscles you feel light, nearly euphoric as you release any thought of control from your mind. You’re in good hands, the stern commands leading you to this place where you feel wanted and adored from all the praise and attention. The way Ushijima’s cock fills you to the brim and Tendou’s hands roam appreciatively over your body makes the heat in your veins rise to a dizzying temperature, and before long it feels like release is your only option. Overused and overstimulated, your walls contract as white dances behind your eyes and the overbearing pressure in your pussy squeezes as you come with a high-pitched cry, creaming on Ushijima’s cock as his pace stutters.

He may have been able to hold back before, but not now. Your walls squeeze him so tight, so suddenly that with a jerk he unloads inside of you, rewarded with the sight of a mess of cum - his, yours, and Tendous - leaking from your swollen pussy and onto him. He closes his eyes as he finally relaxes, chest heaving and thighs shaking.

You have nothing left to give, leaning your full weight onto Tendou’s chest as he gently pets your damp hair from your flushed face and whispers soft praises. He carefully lifts you, shuffling you until you’re laying on the bed next to Ushijima before reaching over to quickly undo the restraints.

“You did so well,” he says quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and softly rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “both of you.” An exhausted Ushijima grunts next to you, barely able to do more than rub at the tender red marks on his wrists. “I’ll be right back~”

He hums a little tune as he retrieves a cloth dampened with warm water and two water bottles from the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom, he hands Ushijima one of the water bottles and gets to work cleaning you up. He’ll help you into the bath later, but for now he’ll keep you here with him. Ushijima quickly cleans himself off before flopping unceremoniously back down onto the bed.

Pride swells in his chest at the sight of you two, fucked out and exhausted in his bed. It’s a tight fit, but after grabbing a blanket he manages to snuggle up next to you. Even in your current half-asleep state you cuddle up into his chest, sighing as he pulls the blanket up around you. Ushijima turns to face your back, placing a warm hand on your side and squeezing gently. It’s very grounding, being held by the both of them as you come down from your high.

Eyes closed and already halfway towards sleep, Ushijima mutters a quiet, “Happy birthday.”

Tendou cracks a mile-wide smile, unable to hide the absolute joy he feels. He kisses your sweaty temple and snuggles closer to you.

“Thanks.”

hunny it was amazing but i do want a Dom gender neutral with sub brothers and over stimulating them~ your choice if you want to do it

Writing for all the brothers would be a pain in the ass so I'll just write for my favorites/the ones i have a very clear idea for!♡

Reader x Lucifer/Mammon/Leviathan

General Warnings: Overstimulation, butt stuff lol, double dick levi💪🏾

Section Specific Warnings: Handheld vibrators, bondage/Anal fingering and hand+blowjob, swallowing cum/Tons of cum, dildo usage

Lucifer

A chronic over worker. The moment you set eyes on him, you knew breaking him would be easy as-

One...

Two...

Three.

A sly smirk crossed your face as the eldest demon brother arched his back, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as he released a silent scream. His hands, stuck uselessly above his head, clawed at the mahogany frame of the bed, deep scratch marks accompanied by an ear-splitting noise almost covering the sound of his broken moans.

Almost.

As the final spurts of his fifth orgasm covered his torso, you drag the vibrator through the filth, up to his lips. Still cloudy minded, he licks his own fluids off the toy, and you laugh. "Faithful as a dog now aren't you? You'd wag if I asked right about now, huh?" Your laugh resembles a cackle this time; the ease of which you brought the avatar of pride to his knees is almost as amusing as the fearful look that unfogs his gaze when you turn the vibrator back on.

Slowly, you drag it down his lips, his neck. Unexpectedly, vibrant red swallows the black of his pupils, leaving two ruby like eyes gazing at you from beneath dark eyelashes wet with unshed tears. He gulps when you stop, right above his navel. The vibration slowly gets stronger; you boost it, one setting, then the next.

You dip ever so slightly lower.

He closes his eyes- you wish he wouldn't hide that excellent ruby color from you.

Another inch down, and it's powerful enough to reach the beginning of his cock now. He clenches his teeth, and you move slightly farther away as his wings begin to twitch more violently than before. Big as they are, getting hit with a feather or two is inevitable, but at this rate the whole wing would smack you in the face.

Its not a bad thing though- it's proof of his pleasure.

Teeth clenched so tightly they could break, you drag the vibe head in teasing circles around the base of his cock. The choked gasps drive you on as you watch his thighs twitch. His dick, spent as it is, still manages to produce tiny beads of precum that slide from his soft shaft onto the stained sheets.

Heavy breathing and the toy are the only sounds in the room.

'One last time, for good measure,' you think.

He seems to read your mind, and a panicked no turns into a screaming moan as you drag the max setting vibrator back up his cock, holding his stuttering hips down as you hold it to the head, letting precum splatter a bit more before he blanks, breaking the bindings that held him all this time in the process.

"N-no more. I under- fuck." It sounded suspiciously close to a weep.

You blink, rather innocently for your current position. "Do you really?" You twirl the toy in your hand.

A slurred flurry of yes's meet your ears, and you smile. "Wonderful." You tap his dick head again, all cheer and wonder now. "Now then, let's get you cleaned up! Shall we?♡"

Mammon

He finds it overstimulating when you so much as look at him. Touching him with purpose? He feels like he's-

"-gnna' die."

You stare up at him sweetly, the combination of two fingers in his ass dragging steadily over his sweetspot and you pumping him fast and hard making his legs a weak, shakey mess.

When you first sat him in your lap, a blush laid heavy in his cheeks. By now, the flush had spread to his quivering thighs, his leaking dick, everywhere you could and couldn't see. A glance at the clock behind him shows it's been an hour, and you smile.

Gaze drifting back to him, you say sweetly, "What was that, hon?"

He chokes on a moan, hips twitching up into your hand as another orgasm threatens to spill over. "I'm gonna die!"

You chuckle at his dramatics, but just in case, you check his body language.

Tanned skin slick with sweat and hot as a summer day pressed against you, close enough you could feel the push of his chest when he breathed. Short, heavy gasps on the shell of your ear sent shivers down your back. When you listened close, you could hear him whisper.

"Please, fuck, yes!"

Butterflies in your stomach. Your own eyes flutter shut, and you listen more. To his pleads for you to keep going, to the wet sound of him bouncing on your fingers, to the squeak of the couch that he'd drowned out long ago.

Fuck, he sounds so good. You need him- more of him.

"Louder, baby." You sound as breathless as he's left you.

He doesn't seem to hear you, though. In an effort to get his attention, you move to release him-

New found strength allows him to grasp your hand, his grip tight and desperate.

"No, no, no, no...." he cries, music to your ears, "please, please don't stop. I'm so close. I need you."

Emotion warps his voice, but you hear him perfectly clear. You chuckle, "If you still want more, I haven't fucked you hard enough yet." He gasps as you add a third finger.

He allows you to stop your administrations to lay him down, though not without whining.

Your eyelids flutter to halfmast, and in a voice silky and soft as the brand name clothes covered in his cum next to you, you say, "Watch me, Love."

He shivers.

Your tongue glides up his thigh, picking up some of the cum that sprayed there. Despite your directions, his eyes roll back as you lick his tip, and when you swallow him to base, his last thought before releasing down your throat is lost.

Leviathan

He's so easy to tease. Too easy, in fact. You've gotta catch him off guard, add a challenge to it! And while you're at it, why not add in a game?

"You're losing, Leviathan."

Headphones lost, controller strewn across the room somewhere, the game-loving demon had forgotten what game he was even supposed to be playing.

In your hand was a tentacle dildo, purple, long, and covered in rounded bumps that dragged against his tight walls in the most delicious way.

All fours in his tub, the drain was struggling to handle the massive amounts of cum his twin cocks produced. It had started to gain some height, his fingers being completely covered by this point. Each new shot splashed more onto the sweaty, exhausted demon's body.

"Did you hear me? I said, you're losing. For each loss-"

Cupping his throat, you drew his head backwards to look you in the eyes. The black of his pupils was void like, irises an unsettling orange ring around them that seemed to pulse with something dangerous. You swept his sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead, kissing the cleared spot and licking the salty taste from your lips. "-is another orgasm."

Fast; so fast you almost miss it, his pupils devour his irises total, and his tail unravels from his leg for your waist, damn near dragging you into the puddle of cum he sat in. His arms tremble hard and collapse as his cocks twitch once, twice, and release his heaviest load of the night. You watch with slitted eyes as his muscles spasm, enjoying the half-formed moans and squeaks that reach your ears.

Even as he cums, you don't stop your movement. Even as he sobs as his prostate is once again abused through his orgasm. The weak movement of his hips to meet your hand betray the fat tears that drip from beneath dark, pretty lashes.

You pause for the first time in what seems like hours, ignoring the desperate noise that leaves him as you get up.

Half formed thoughts wonder what you're doing, where you've went.

He's alerted of your return when you grasp his neck lightly to pull him up, leaving him sitting on the fat dildo you left inside him. "Here, Love. Play your game- your teammates were getting mad at you." He blinks slow, uncomprehending, before you put his controller in his hands. His sticky, cum-covered hands. He looks up at you again, at the smirk on your face, then back to the controller and the game being played.

And the only thing he can think is...

Fuck.

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A/N: i had something planned for Belphie too, but i couldn't execute it the way i wanted:((( this turned out way longer than i expected in the end though. Maybe its cause im writing at my usual time again! (Cough two am cough) anyways, sorry for the wait @lazari-zalgoid but i hope you enjoy anyways♡ love yall, happy new years!!

Also the way i wrote these you'd think Mammon was my favorite lmaooo

Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡ and this isn't spell checked lol its two am

“Oh you’re a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” with the man himself, Alucard 😈

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compulsion.

you never knew the true meaning of that word until you looked into Alucard’s eyes. they were vermilion, and seemed to glow against the dimness in the room. so deep that you lost yourself in them. even pinned to the grand coffin lid, with one of your knees brought to your chest, you calf bouncing haplessly against his broad shoulder, you were an unblinking, thoughtless object now, staring up into them, swept into his trance.

he hadn’t stripped you at all. rather, your panties had been ripped off without so much as disturbing your skirt that he invaded you from underneath. the way your sleeves slid down your arms, revealing more and more of your heaving breasts as your neckline sagged, well, that was from your body going limp at his command and conquering. if you weren’t so hopelessly locked on to his gaze, you might’ve watched how your foot bounced around haphazardly behind his wild, raven tendrils, or listened to the humiliating squelching of your needy sex as he drove a mighty cock into you in merciless, deep thrusts.

Alucard grins, wide and wicked. “Hm, you know, I am almost amused at you, little one. All of that screaming and thrashing when I first caught you.. but now?” his gloved hand grabs your face, holding it steady amidst how he jostles you. “You didn’t fight the compulsion at all. Not even for a moment.” he chuckles, a thick and devious rumbling in his throat. “So easy it was to snap your little mind in half. Although, I suppose, you didn’t have much to break in the first place up there, did you?” he teases, through his toothy grin. sharpened fangs peek out from under the devilish curl of his lips.

your jaw is slack, tongue threatening to hang out from your parted tiers, and you pant, like an animal. you make sounds that you’ve never heard yourself make. he croons at them all, his sharp eyes never once allowing you a moment to regain an inkling of your sanity as his thumb careens over your chin to delve into your mouth. pushing the pad of it against the fleshy inside of your cheek, he anchors it there, tugging at your lips. “Stay nice and quiet,” his own voice drops to a lusty whisper, one hardly audible over the vulgar slapping of your skin as he pounds you, “don’t make a peep. We wouldn’t want your boss to find out his ditzy, little maid was snooping through guests’ room when she thought no one was awake. Would we?”

even as he brutalizes you, ramming his cock deep, bumping your limit, you can’t elicit anything louder than ragged panting. you could feel every throbbing, mighty inch, your walls fluttering and spasming as they stretched around him, and your stomach twisted into tight knots, but he had commanded you to be silent, and your body obeyed. drool gathers on your tongue, dribbling slow from where it rests against your chin, fully limp, and splattering against your breasts.

“There we go.” he chuckles, seeing your demise scribbled all over your puzzled, obedient expression. “You’re an obedient airhead.”

“I’m… an… obedient…. airhead…” you gurgle the words back to him, verbatim, your lips struggling to form the syllables as his thumb tugs at them. but you felt the words, deep in your being. you knew them to be true. because Alucard had spoken them.

an evil howl of laughter escapes his throat, baring his teeth in pure delight, “Aha, exactly, my dear. Exactly!” his free hand embraces your sex, clothed fingers dancing over your swollen clit, and your breathing gets heavier, still. your muscles tense, and you clench around his cock. “And so sensitive, aren’t you? With a tender, little clit.” a dark brow quirks, “I would wager, had I allowed it, you’d be screaming when I so much as do this…” his fingertips brush against your button and then pinch it. his trance is too strong for your body to misbehave, but your insides clamp down harder, a gurgled whine dying at the base of your throat, your eyes still fixed on him. “I can feel you trying to cum,” he grunts, shifting angles to pound at you from a fresh perspective. you slide against the lid of the coffin until your arms and free leg dangles off it, breasts jiggling out of your dress as his ferocious drilling reaches a truly maddening velocity. you’re limp, head rolling around against the coffin, mouth open and drooling, and your body is crumpled up as this man, no— this monster, uses it however he pleases. “tightening around me the deeper I go, oh you are a greedy, greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he’s taunting you again, looking over you: a mass of obsidian, porcelain, and ruby in the darkness of the room. “Sneaking in to raid my belongings, and then taking my cock as deep as I can bury it in your fragile guts, and cumming from it? How delightfully pathetic you are! How filthy!” he snickers, fucking your limp body with reckless abandon. you merely stare up at him, your mind void of any thoughts except the one he speaks into it. “You can cum, greedy thing.” he permits with a chuckle, “And make quite the mess of yourself when you do. I’ll have you lick your taste off of my cock.”

You Eat Enchanted Pudding. 

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I wrote this before the ‘hellfire syrup’ smut so if theyre similar that is why! I want to make my next smut posts smuttier so… bear with me </3 this was originally only for barbatos but then came mammon and luci heh

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>> bones and ashes

⚔️ sukuna x fem!reader | warnings for: violence, mentions of death, possessiveness (sukuna is as evil as they come so basically every red flag under the sun), non-con that turns into dub-con (Stockholm syndrome), mentions of virginity loss, anatomically impossible size difference (if u know what I mean), blood play, etc | around 5-6k words | also important to note that I absolutely assassinated the canon lore in some points but bare with me

Sukuna doesn’t really have the ability to love. But he thinks he gets close enough when it comes to you. Of course, in his own twisted, macabre way.

Sukuna isn’t familiar to the concept of fondness, let alone anything more profound or meaningful than that. He knows want, desire, possession, curiosity even. But none of those feelings have ever tilted towards the side of affection, nor does he want them to. They’re all narcissistic pulses that keep pushing him forward — towards more power, more control, more of what he can become. He’s not even fond of his own abilities. Arrogant? Perhaps, but not fond. He can’t be fond of something he knows is not at its peak yet, that would just be weakness.

And Sukuna is everything but weak.

He sees you in a cold winter morning and he does what he knows best: he takes. Takes your pride, your virginity, your blood. Takes you like he took the lives of the rest of your village, paints your skin red and watches as the tears wash it away. Sukuna takes and takes until you have nothing left to give, just like he has done countless times before and yet… this time, something switches.

This time, he decides to let you live. Trapped in a dark cell, of course, but alive regardless.

The days move slowly, and you learn to mark their passing by the loud, clanking sound of a metal dish being thrown through a cracked door. The food is mostly raw meet and, after a few days of disgust, you cave in and eat a little of it. Not enough to be satisfied, not even close, but enough to keep you alive for at least a few hours longer.

Sukuna comes by in irregular intervals, and you soon give up on trying to find a pattern in his visits. You know it’s him from the way the door creaks open even further to accommodate his size, and you watch as his large shadow observes your movements for a moment before he kicks the disgusting plate towards you. Most of time time he’s there, you force yourself to eat, afraid of what should come if you turn down his unspoken commands. Once he seems satisfied, he exits without a word.

There is one single advantage in being in a windowless, isolated cell: you can’t hear what goes on up there. You’ve heard enough the day that Sukuna came to your village — the shattering screams, the pleads for mercy, the babies crying, the sound of wood and bone breaking almost too similar to differentiate. You saw creatures beyond your realm and heard awful whispers and threats; held you family as they died and gave up as the snow beneath your hands became as red as the burning sky above. And you know enough about Sukuna’s legend to be aware that it wasn’t an isolated incident.

When evil incarnate arrives, there’s not much you can do but surrender.

Though, when it comes to the legends, you thought that his palace was more of a manner of speak than an actual location. Once again, though, you’ve heard enough legends to know when to stop inquiring about the details.

Sukuna comes in after a week with a plan and a cloud of amusement over his head — frankly, given the state you were in, he thought you would be dead by now. Your stubborn hold on life is as impressive as it is pathetic.

“You looked so small when I first saw you,” his thunderous voice breaks the silence. There’s no food in his hands this time, only the fire cracking behind his form. You’re sitting down on the cold floor, back against the wall, and you don’t even bother looking up at him. “You look even smaller now.”

You don’t answer, because you don’t know what to say. Of course you’re smaller — you’re weak, starving, lacking movement and sunlight. Every muscle in your body aches and the aftertaste of dried blood never leaves your mouth. Smaller is a compliment; you wish you were just bones and ashes by now.

Sukuna takes a heavy step inside the dark chamber. “I killed everyone you’ve ever loved that day,” he says, bluntly. There’s no amusement nor sorrow in his tone — it’s a neutral statement. He lowers himself to your level and, on the corner of your eyes, you see his four arms. He is so wrong, even in a physical sense. Like the scar of something that shouldn’t even exist. “And yet… you live. Do you want to know why?”

You sneer. “I wish you’d just let me die.”

He chuckles, and one hand meets the side of your head. His fingers dig into the dirty, messy strings and pulls on the roots. There are tears on the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let him see them. “That’s exactly why you’re alive,” he says. “I knew you were ready to die when I saw you — all bloodied up, on your knees in the snow. It was quite a sight.” Sukuna’s voice is a malicious whisper as he comes even closer to you — he smells rotten. The tongue that licks up your cheek makes you want to puke. He tastes you the same way as he did on the first day, and you have no idea what he’s searching for. “Tell me, why were you so ready to give yourself to me? Most try to plead at least.”

“Plead for what? Your mercy?” The sarcasm is clear through your tone. The words you mean to say are knotted in the base of your throat and the odor Sukuna reeks is making you dizzy; making you remember everything that came before this. “I— I didn’t have anything else to live for,” you stutter. “You killed… you killed my mother, my father, my baby brother… why would I want to live without them? Why would I humiliate myself asking for mercy from a creature that clearly doesn’t have any to spare?”

Through anger, you look up at him. His eyes are flames bursting through the darkness, and they shine as your words settle on his skin. “Do you only live for love, my little dove?” He asks. “What a purposeless life you have.”

“Do you only live for hate?” You ask back before you can hold your tongue. Somewhere in your mind, you know that he’s capable of unimaginable evil, but you are beyond the point of caution. “What a purposeless legacy you’re leaving behind.”

This angers him. The corners of his mouth twists as he speaks. “You people fear me. Even the strongest of sorcerers doesn’t dare to go against me.”

“I pity you and your ridiculous need for destroying what isn’t yours,” you spit. “And I hate you for keeping me alive. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me and to the people I love. And I hate that you even dare to come here and talk to me like I’m the smaller person for daring to care about something.”

The hands on your hair tighten and he pulls your face against his. Sukuna’s forehead is a furnace against yours, his eyes burn into your soul. “You little insect, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to.”

Your voice shakes but you say it regardless: “Do it, then, what are you waiting for?”

“No,” his answer is more cruel than death could ever be. And he knows that. “And you know why?”

“If you are keeping me alive to have your way with me, so be it, have it,” you say. The tears are obvious now. You wonder if he can smell how fearful you really are. “Violate me like you did before, I don’t care anymore, but just don’t keep me alive just to waste me away.”

His lips are touching yours now, but you can’t pull away even if you tried. Sukuna’s chest is heaving like he’s in the middle of a battle, his voice like a roar in your ears. “Then ask. For. My Mercy.”

“I w-would n-never…”

“Ask!” It’s a loud command that crashes against you like a wave. You sink like there is no adrenaline in your body to keep you afloat; the anger that moved you before is no longer within your reach.

The truth is clear: you’re human. He’s a curse — the king of curses, older than you could ever imagine; probably even more powerful than the legends you’ve heard. His eyes say that there are fates worse than death and you believe them. And maybe, just maybe, if you play by his rules, he’ll grow tired of you and let you wither away.

“P-Please,” you are sobbing now, tears falling down like a cascade. Sukuna licks them and hums in satisfaction, watching as you break apart into a mountain of hiccups and trembling limbs. “Please just… have mercy on me. I’ll do whatever you want just — please, stop torturing me like this.”

“Aw,” he coos. “Was that so hard?”

You want to say that yes, somehow, that took everything still left in you. You want to say that if he wanted to break your spirit, congratulations, he’s done it. But you don’t get the chance.

Sukuna kisses you with the same ferocity you expected, sharp teeth crashing against yours and tongue exploring your mouth with no prior warning. He groans as he tastes you — you, the blood in your food, the salt of your tears — and suddenly it’s all that he will ever crave again. You whimper against his lips as his two lower arms crawl up your thighs and hold onto your hips, pushing you against him as he stands up and presses you against the wall. You feel more caged now than you have felt these past few days.

“Silly little human,” he raps against your lips, then licks your cheek for more of your precious tears. He realizes how much he likes to make you cry. You wince and give out a little sob, which only makes him smile. Finally, his grip on your hair loosens. “What is my name?”

You blink, dumbfounded by the sudden question. “S-Sukuna…?”

He pouts. “Say it like you mean it or I won’t be so nice.”

“Sukuna,” you say more firmly this time.

“There we go, that’s a good girl,” he says. “See how things just work better when you don’t misbehave? Hm?”

You nod. He doesn’t like it. “Y-Yes, I see, I’m sorry.”

“Very good.” The hand that was on your hair moves to hold your face, and it’s so huge that you feel like it would crush your skull with one single movement. As the other two arms hold onto your thighs, the fourth limb squeezes your breast. “Now, this is what’s going to happen, my pretty little human,” Sukuna starts, “I will have my servants take you to my chambers. You will be washed, clothed, and taken care of. They will feed you proper human food this time, whichever it is that your heart desires. How does that sound?”

Sounds like a trap. “And, in return, what do I have to do for you?”

“What do I have to do for you…?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Sukuna,” you complete.

“There’s my perfect little girl,” he says. You hate that something inside you likes the praise. “You will have to wait for me there. Do whatever you prefer, but don’t leave my room. Any attempt at escaping or killing yourself will be futile, and I’ve already warned every single curse that your death will result in a much more dire future for them. So you will be brought back to me. And I promise I won’t be so nice.”

“I understand… Sukuna,” you correct yourself quickly. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

The hand on your breast squeezes tighter, and you bite your lip so you don’t complain. “I knew I was right when I brought you here, something made me spare you. Yet, I don’t know what it is just yet.”

Sukuna is a looming threat above you, his limbs trapping you, and his deep voice is like thunder about to break. You know why so many fear him — you fear him too. And the sooner you act like it, the sooner he’ll grow tired of you. Sooner he’ll realize he was wrong in bringing you into his fortress.

He smirks. “But I believe I’ll discover soon enough.”

- ⚔️ -

Sukuna’s chambers are as spacious and monstrous as himself — corners switching and adjusting like breathing flesh; furniture morphing into different shapes; the weird odor of something old; the feeling for something lurking. The large windows show a world between worlds; a reality that doesn’t seem right no matter how long you stare at it. His palace is in a dimension you can’t reach, and you give up on trying to understand it. If anything, the more you wonder about it, the more you shake under the weight of the sheer power it must take to keep it all existing like solid matter.

Your passage of time is morphed and unreliable, but you would guess that a couple weeks have passed by the time that you come to terms that, perhaps, Sukuna isn’t as easy to bore as you first expected. The fire in his eyes doesn’t seem to diminish as he sees you — if anything, his eagerness to have you all to himself only seems to expand — and the way he takes care of you makes you realize that he isn’t planning on letting you die anytime soon.

Life in his chambers is far more comfortable, you admit, but it’s a prison nonetheless. Still, you can’t say that you are mistreated. In his chambers, you are bathed and clothed, well-fed and pampered. You soon come back to your normal weight and the fatigue leaves your body; there is more space to move, more things to do. The curses that come to check on you seem to be strangely kind and human-like, though you know it’s out of fear and not out of worry, and they keep your mind occupied with several stories and legends as the days move on.

Sukuna is more absent than you would have imagined, conquering and killing as often as he can. When he finally comes to you he is clean, recently bathed, but you can still see he is fresh from a battle, some mindless corruption beyond the horizon that you would rather hear nothing about. There are shallow scars and deep cuts that heal unreasonably quickly; dried blood that hasn’t quite washed away and ashes beneath his fingernails.

You ask whose village he has attacked this time, but he says it doesn’t matter, because there are no survivors.

“I never leave any survivors,” he completes, kissing your forehead, “besides you, my little human.”

You don’t push beyond that information, but the feeling of being special, chosen, starts to blossom like a dangerous rose inside your chest. It stings and stings, but grows regardless, and you see yourself less able to fight against his possessive claims. You start to enjoy them. You start to wonder if life beyond those walls is worth fighting for when you seem to have everything you would ever wish for right here.

You can always tell when Sukuna is about to arrive in this world because the atmosphere switches into something darker, heavier. The air seems thicker and the clouds beyond your windows start to bleed into a deep shade of red. Sukuna returns with the apocalypse on his back, and, when he does, he uses your body as he pleases.

Like the room around you, there is constant change. Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes it’s pleasurable. Sometimes you wish it would just end and you end up crying in despair; sometimes you look at him like you might get used to feeling him inside of you. Some days, Sukuna is kinder, more patient, taking time to adjust you to his enormous size and even makes sure that you enjoy it before reaching his end; fucking you full of his cum until you can’t think of one single thing besides him. Other days, you know he is angry just by the way he walks through the door — and, in those days, you are left bleeding and bruised as he uses your body in every single way until he’s close enough to satisfied. That, on itself, can take a long, long time.

You realize that, during those violent days, he could use one of his curses to please himself, but he prefers to use you — because you bleed, you cry, and you suffer. As long as your pain exists, his interest is unwavering.

However, like everything else, you adapt, get used to it. Routine becomes familiar and you learn the tell-tale signs of his rancid mood; learn how to make it a little better and what things to avoid. You stop thinking about getting away — you don’t even have anywhere else to go — and start longing for his presence as he takes more time to come back home. Sukuna is warm, safe; next to him you know you are shielded from any harm. When he appears, no one dares to look or touch you, no one speaks until they are spoken to. Just by being in his gravitational pull, you are protected and no harm will ever come your way again.

Even if it hurts, you start hoping that he won’t get tired of you.

Sukuna, on the other hand, isn’t quite sure how he feels about it all.

It’s not love — he has gone over that one a few hundred times already, has marked off every possible scenario and imagined every possible feeling, and he is sure it isn’t love. To be frank, he doesn’t even think he’s capable of it even if he wanted to, he sold his soul too long ago to even remember how normal humans love. But if it’s not love, it’s something similar — a kind of tenderness, fondness. He has a soft spot for you, to put it bluntly. Though not in the typical sense.

Sukuna adores you like a painter adores his favorite canvas; like an exotic bird in a cage — he adores you with possession, obsession, with the knowledge that you can’t ever get away from his grip. He is fond of you in a way that he would murder anyone who would even dare to touch what is his; but would never set you free. He can hurt you, he can tear you into pieces and build you to his liking. Sukuna can kiss you or bite you; hug or break you, but it’s because you’re his little pet and no one else’s.

He is fond of the way you bend for him; the way you look at him with sheer adoration in your eyes even after he has taken everything from you. He is fond of the way that only he could kill you; that your small life is in his hands and you thank him for it. Sukuna is fond of the way your tight little cunt stretches so wide to take his fat cock; lives for the little whimpers you give out and the tears that stain his satin sheets when he finally allows you to cum for him. If he could crawl inside your soul, he would. If he could take it and eat it and have you forever, he would.

He doesn’t know why he craves you so much, but he knows that nothing else gives him the same high anymore.

So he keeps you.

It’s a heavy stormy night when he comes back the next time, and his room is only illuminated by a few candles and the lightening from outside. You’re in his large bed, looking as small as that day in the snow, and there is a touch of worry in your eyes that he doesn’t miss. But he ignores it.

“Undress,” he commands.

You rush to do as he says, throwing the faint fabric over your head. It falls to the ground as Sukuna walks towards the bed, his massive weight making it dip under his knee as he leans closer to you.

“My pretty little doll,” Sukuna muses. “Missed me?”

He always asks that. And your answer is always the same.

“So much, Sukuna.”

It’s more honest every time.

He hums, satisfied, and smirks as he pushes your hair away from your face. “I have something to tell you, and I think you will like it,” Sukuna says. You look at him with wide eyes as he settles over you, his four arms caging your body as you lay down. The mouth on his stomach open and closes, a large tongue coming out before it vanishes again — it always does it when he’s particularly excited. “Would you like to know what it is?”

You know he will tell you regardless. Like all the tales of his battles, he lives for the glimpse of horror in the back of your eyes. “Yes, Sukuna.”

“Seems like you are famous now,” he starts. You furrow your eyebrows. “Sorcerers are trying to save you. The poor little human girl that Sukuna took as a prisoner months ago.” He kisses your neck, then licks the skin. You shiver — months, it has been months then. “Two of them tried to enter my domain today, stupid little insects,” he continues. Another hand lands on your exposed breast, playing with your nipple. “You have no idea how enraged that made me, my little human. To have someone try to take you away from me; to try and to enter my domain and take you from me.”

His voice turns into a growl by the end of the sentence, and you feel the familiar pulse of terror running through your veins. He’s in a bad mood, that’s obvious, but there’s something hiding beneath that as well.

“What did you do to them?” You ask. “Did they get in?”

Sukuna chuckles darkly, and the hand that was on your breast now settles on your clit, massaging it softly. “I took care of them, my sweet thing, of course,” he says. Your breath hitches at the slow pleasure of his movements, and your eyes flutter shut. “No one will ever take you from me.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you say without a thought. In your heart, you feel it’s wrong. But without him, you have nothing. “I’m yours forever, Sukuna.”

“I know you are,” he answers.

Sukuna holds you by the throat as he kisses you — not enough to suffocate you, but enough to make you a little dizzy. Your eyes cross mindlessly as his tongue invades your mouth; a deep groan coming from his chest as he tastes your lips. He always kisses you violently, possessively, like he wishes to suck your soul out of your chest. Beneath his size you can only shrink and hold onto his large biceps, the wetness between your legs growing as he takes what is his.

He pulls back, ignoring the string of saliva that connects you two. “Pretty little thing,” he muses, shoving his middle finger inside your mouth. “Suck for me.”

You do as he says and he smirks at the feeling of your pretty lips around his large finger. Soon enough, the same digit is invading your pussy, curling up so quickly that you see starts at your peripheral vision.

“Relax or it’ll hurt again,” he says — not like he cares about it. “I want you to remember tonight.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine forever,” he says, a devilish smile on the corners of his lips. “So no one can take you from me. No one would even try.”

Your breath is getting heavier, and you don’t even register what he’s telling you — he could do a billion things to you and you’d still let him. The time spent only in his company made your resolution vanish, and you became exactly what he wanted you to: another possession for him to do as he pleases. Because of him, you have nothing else. Besides him, you have nothing.

“You’re not cumming around my finger tonight,” he says and quickly removes his hand from your cunt. You whine at the sudden emptiness, walls spasming around nothing, but you know better than to protest. “It’s going to be around my cock, you got it?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you say.

“Good girl,” he muses. His lower arms move to undo his pants as his mouth attacks yours once again. His sharp teeth drain blood from your lips and he groans at the metallic taste; drinks the little sob of pain you let out. “You’re all fucking mine. Forever,” he growls, “I’ll make you live forever with me.”

Months ago, that would be torture. But now, “It sounds like heaven, Sukuna,” you say. “I love you.”

Your vision falls to where his hands are working. His cock is massive, bigger than your forearm, balls swinging out of his shorts and falling heavy under his shaft. Your entire body tingles in anticipation as he strokes himself, aligning his cockhead with your opening. “Tiny fucking cunt,” he curses, rubbing it against your soaked folds. “I’ll train you to take my cock even better than now, kitten.” Your mouth falls open as he starts to push in and it hurts — no matter how many times you’ve taken him, it always burns. “Way too fucking tight for my fat cock, you know that?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll do better-“

He chuckles. “I fucking love it.”

In one strong motion, he shoves himself as deep as he can, pressing against your cervix as you whine at his size. It isn’t fair — it’s so thick you can’t even breathe, you can feel him in your stomach, pressing and pulsing until you can’t think of anything but the sheer size of his massive cock inside your poor little hole. Your walls hurt to accommodate his girth, stretching as far as they can, but it never seems like it’s enough.

“It’s t-too big, Sukuna,” you whine. And it is. You know he must be doing something to your body so you can even be alive right now, because it’s not humanly possible to take such a big cock. “I c-can’t…”

His hand lands on your head and pulls at the roots. “You are my special little human, my obedient little girl,” he reminds you. His cock throbs inside you and you whimper, the small movement alone makes you drool. “You will do anything I tell you to do.”

You nod. “Y-Yes.”

“So when I tell you to take it….” He rolls his hips even deeper and you call his name so loud that you’re sure the entire world will hear it. “You’ll fucking take it.”

You don’t even have the ability to answer as he starts to pound deep inside your soaked cunt, hard and violent, as he is. Your vision is blurry with tears as you look down to see his massive cock bullying itself again and again inside your cunt, taking everything you have to give.

“Look at me when I claim you,” Sukuna warns and you do it instantly. Your legs wrap around his hips and he squeezes your ass so hard it will bruise. There’s a malicious glint in his red eyes that never quite goes away, no matter how much he tries, and now it’s deadset on you. “My precious little girl,” he calls, voice strained with pleasure. You can tell from the way his cock throbs that he is close, but it doesn’t matter. He just keeps going. “You told me you love me. Do you only live for love, kitten?”

“I live f-for loving you, S-Sukuna,” you respond automatically. “I live for you.”

Sukuna groans like an animal — he adores what a stupid little fuckdoll he has turned you into. He can never get tired of this; he can never let it get away. “You’ll die for me, kitten?”

You nod so quickly you get dizzy. “Yes, a-anything… I’m yours f-forever.”

He calls your name like he has never done before, a little insane, a little sweet. If the sheer size of Sukuna’s genitals aren’t anything to go by, he cums a lot — it oozes out of your cunt before he’s even halfway through, cock throbbing and leaking again and again until you’re filled to the brim. His huge balls smack against your ass as he continues to bully himself inside you, a little more desperate now, intoxicated by his own pleasure.

There’s no rest, there never is. He only takes and takes.

“I’ll make you mine,” he groans.

“I’m yours, Sukuna, I’m yours…” you repeat like a broken record, half-aware of your own voice through the loud moans and hiccups. You watch in ecstasy as he uses one of his sharp nails to cut the palm of his hand, blood oozing out of it and dropping on your breasts. It’s like you know what he will say even before he says it. “You want me t-to-“

“Drink it.”

Perhaps you should be scared, but you’re not. Your mouth opens without a second thought and he presses his large palm on your lips, muffling your moans and allowing the hot dark liquid to invade your tongue. Sukuna’s blood is thick and it tastes like poison, but you do as he says, liking his flesh and drinking it until he seems satisfied and takes his hand away.

It strikes your body like an arrow, straight through your chest and expanding like deep roots. You feel as his blood burns your insides, changing something in your very existence. It’s hard to think through the sensations — the pleasure building up, the venom running through your veins, the mixture of devotion and fear that dances inside your mind. Your vision is double, black around the edges, and you think you might be cumming but you’re not sure you can even feel your body anymore. Sukuna’s voice echoes muffled in the background, and you can see his mouth moving in slow motion, but you don’t understand his words. You think you are crying. You think you can’t breathe. You think you are dying and being born at the same time and you don’t know why you feel so grateful for it all.

Your lungs are on fire and your throat is dry. You try to speak, but can’t. You have the vague flashback of the time your uncle made you drink alcohol, it burns just the same, but this time, no one is laughing. This time, you’re dying.

“… at me.”

This time, Sukuna’s voice rings sharp and clear. You stare at him, confused, as the flames inside your chest slowly subside.

“Keep looking at me,” he repeats, commanding.

You try to nod, but your head doesn’t move. You can’t see the room around you anymore. “H-Hurts,” you manage to get out.

“I know,” he says, and there’s a touch of softness in his voice you don’t ignore. “Focus on me. I’ll make it feel better.”

And that’s what you try to do, even if your soul seems to be floating miles above your body. You look down at where he is still moving in and out of you, at the white-coated mess that drips from your hole and soaks your inner thighs. It doesn’t seem to hurt as badly now, like your body is changing to accommodate him even better — in fact, it feels like heaven.

You look up at him, dumbfounded. “I t-think I’m going to cum, Sukuna,” the words come easier now, and you feel like you can move again. Though, it still feels like a dream. “It’s so g-good.”

“Cum on my fat cock, then, make me proud,” he coos. You close your eyes and nod, trying to focus on the paradise that blooms between your legs. You feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock; hear the lewd squelching sounds of his cum leaking out of you. It comes to you faster than you would have imagined, washing through your body like a wave as you cry and shake miserably. “That’s my girl, fuck, there we go, that’s my perfect little girl.”

The spasming of your walls manages to milk more cum out of him and he groans loudly as he releases inside you once more. Sukuna cums so much it makes you breathless, filling you again and again until he’s satisfied and the sheets beneath you have no salvation left.

“There we go, take everything,” he says in a strained groan, “every fucking drop inside this tight fucking cunt.”

Sukuna looks absolutely insane above you — fucking his cock so hard into you that it seems like he will never have the chance again; eyes blown wide and his teeth clenched. You cum again, this time a little softer, as you feel his thick cock shoot a specially large amount of cum inside your pussy, and wait until he’s done using your body.

Eventually, he settles, pressing his forehead against yours and looking deep inside your eyes. The redness in them is shining like flames, watching every movement of your face.

“Feels weird,” you say. “I feel dizzy.”

He chuckles and removes himself from you. Another white-hot wave gushes out of your cunt, and he sits back to watch it drip. “There we go, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You swallow, your tongue is still numb inside your mouth. “It was horrible, Sukuna. I felt like I was going to die.”

Sukuna smiles and uses two fingers to push some of his cum back inside you. “I can promise you it was better than when I did,” he says, and you’re confused for a moment. “But now we don’t have anything to worry about anymore, my sweet thing. Those pathetic little sorcerers won’t want you.”

“H-How are you so sure?” You ask.

“Aw, my sweet, stupid little girl.” He pouts, condescending as always. “No one will want to save a curse now.”

Your eyes widen. “Did you…?”

“I told you.” Sukuna licks his own blood at the corner of your mouth. “You are mine forever.”