Frozen

Frozen

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Il Dottore x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,1k+

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Listen, I’m VERY much obsessed with Necro no Hanayome and I could write million stories about it. So if you’ve listened to it, then y’know what’s this story gonna be. Three things you gotta know tho: idk much about Dottore, the lore as a whole, and if someone has written this idea before. But I just wanna experiment (heh) with him first.

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he who becomes the follower rather than the one being followed. heavy angst, gn!reader

Once you enter your apartment, you kick your shoes off your aching feet and carelessly chuck your belongings onto the counter. The keys clatter against the cold marble and the sound of it pierces through the silence that lingers in your home. Your tired eyes can’t seem to really get a hold of anything.

“Why do you keep working overtime? I told you to stop that. Biting off more than you can chew.”

Sukuna comes from behind and watches you quietly skim your eyes over your near-empty fridge.

“And go grocery shopping, will you? It’s been weeks now.”

You sigh, and retreat to your cupboard where you grab the same cup ramen you’ve been having for dinner for the fourth night in a row.

“Giving me the silent treatment, huh. As usual,” he grunts, crossing his arms with concern. He’s grown sick of this. When will you pick yourself back up?

You don’t even sit down to eat. You pathetically hover over your sink to quickly slurp it up and discard the soup down the drain afterwards. Repeating the same cycle. Work, eat, sleep. Work, eat, sleep. Over and over again.

There are clothes strewn over the floor, because you haven’t been bothering to clean up after yourself. And Sukuna doesn’t know how much more he can tolerate watching you destroying yourself like this. He uncrosses his arms when you walk right past him, almost like you were telling him that you were sick of his nagging.

When he follows after you, he sees you collapse onto your sofa from exhaustion.

“Go to bed. You’ve been falling asleep on the sofa too much recently.”

You bury your head into the pillows and shut him out more, if that was even possible. The furrow in his brows deepen and he sits by your feet.

“Hey. Those are my pillows. Don’t sully them so much. You haven’t even showered yet.” Sukuna continues the one-sided conversation.

You must’ve plopped onto the sofa too hard. Because not long after, a photo frame topples over on the stand next to it. You hear the small clack, and you lift your head a little to look at it - hesitating. Slowly, you sit yourself back up again, and Sukuna draws in a breath, as if he’s preparing for something he’s about to witness for the millionth time.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, his gaze following your hand as it reaches out to grab the frame. When you lift it up and look at the photo, you see that it’s him. Your chest begins to hurt again, and your tired eyes somehow still have the energy to produce endless tears, some of them dropping onto the glass that covers the picture. You bring him close to your heart, and cry freely.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Sukuna sits closer to you and hovers his hand over your face, knowing that he’d phase right through you if he tried to touch you for real. And he can’t get used to this, no matter how hard he tries. He wants to touch you again.

“I know. I know, doll. I’m right here,” he tells you, reassuringly.

But you can’t hear him.

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⊱  as the world caves in ; hayakawa aki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, angst, mentions of violence and blood, vaginal fingering, creampie, petnames (sweetheart, my love)

summary: an encounter with a devil gone wrong wc: 3.7k

a/n: thank you @rindoom for being my beta <3

18 + // MINORS DN

“Hey! We gotta run!” 

What? The ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart muffled the noises around you. You stared at Aki’s lips moving but nothing registered.

“We have to move!” The force of your body being dragged back and forth in his tight grip should have brought you back from the daze. It should have. But instead you just stared at his lips moving — plush lips, lips you stared at so often, now cracked, dry, and speckled with blood. “Are you listening to me? Can you hear me?” 

You had stared at them so often — at him. You would follow him anywhere, everyone knew it. Follow him all the way to hell if you could and do it with a huge smile on your face.

Your heart thudded faster and skipped a beat. Palpitations — usually something that would flood you with fear, now brought you back from the terror you had been lost in.

“Please! We need to run!” 

Aki pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hand tightly. Don’t fucking let go. He intended to yell it at you, intended to make sure you knew. But as soon as his eyes met yours, he knew not to waste the time to speak, not a single second. You needed to run. Now.

You could barely process what had happened — it had all moved too fast. Too fast like the buildings on either side of you as Aki all but dragged you down the street at top speed. Too fast like the beat of your heart, like the breaths you were desperately trying to calm. 

Shooting pain radiated through your body as the blurring scenery fell down around you. No, no that wasn’t right — it was you that had fallen. You had tripped, broken up asphalt strewn everywhere, your body had slammed into the ground before you could even register it. Before you could even tell it was you, not the buildings, you. 

Your body was jerked up off the fractured ground, sending more pain everywhere, every inch of your body on fire. What had happened? Fuck, you couldn’t think.

“Need to move. Now.” Aki’s words were more for himself than you — you were clearly gone, mind hazy from the impact, from the blood loss, from the pain. 

His hand gripped yours again. “Can you run? We need to run.” You nodded. Could you run? The pain radiating through you said no, but the desperate look in Aki’s eyes said you just had no choice. This was it. You had to run.

Another tight squeeze of your hand and you were off again — hurtling down roads you couldn’t quite process, through parts of the city you were sure you knew, but at that speed, in that pain, you just couldn’t remember. His hand. His hand on yours. The only thing pushing you forward through the maze of shaking buildings and cracked streets. Through the rubble and debris that somehow kept appearing in your way, tripping the two of you up.

Aki didn’t look back until the rumbling subsided, until the chunks of debris that had tripped you over and over seemed to be missing. 

“You ok?” His hands held your face. You had stopped running, crouching behind a building off the main road. It was deserted, if you could have heard over the ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart, you would have heard nothing. Well, nothing aside from Aki’s heavy breaths, the crashes and screams that could have been mistaken as a tv left on too loud, save for the occasional rumble of street beneath you. “Hey, you ok? Please tell me you’re ok.” Aki shook your face gently, trying to get any response from you. Shock. He thought. You were in shock. 

“I-I’m ok.” Your throbbing body, the breath you were desperately trying to catch, you were not ok but you were alive.

“Ok, ok good.” He sighed briefly — relief washed over him. You were ok. He stared at you a bit longer, held your face in his hands. Just like he had always wanted to. Just like he had always dreamed of. He dragged a thumb across your lip. You’re ok. A loud yell startled the two of you, breaking the comfort of being lost in the warmth of his hands on you.

“They’re coming closer. We need to hide.” He was exhausted – you both were exhausted. Hiding had become your only option. His body ached too much, his lungs burned too much. He just couldn’t push forward anymore. Neither could you, though. Not when every single fiber of your being burned, not when every breath sent a shooting pain through you. You were both broken and failing. All that was left was to hide.

An unlocked door, creaky stairs, flickering fluorescent lights, and cracked tiles led you to a small room. Too small in fact. Perhaps it had served as a broom closet before its current use as a hiding spot for two trembling and broken devil hunters.

“Think we’re safe?” Your voice was barely audible to your own ears and you wondered if it was the throbbing in your head muffling the sound or if you had whispered the words unintentionally.

“Yeah… yeah I think we are for now.” Aki cupped your cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Honestly? like I’m dying.” The pain had only gotten worse when the quasi-safety of the room had calmed both of your breathing. The shock finally wearing off.

“Me too, but we are ok for now though.” He absentmindedly ran his thumb up and down your skin. 

“For now.” You sighed, leaning into his hand. His warmth radiating through you. You focused on the feeling, it helped dull the pain. “That was a close one.”

“Glad I got you out though.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he would have done if he hadn’t reached you in time. If he had let something happen to you. He thanked his lucky stars that his only worry at the moment was how bad your injuries were and not how he would get your body back home. He let his forehead fall to yours as images of you dead ran through his mind. No. No he had saved you. You were here with him. Your body so close to his he could almost feel your heart. Your face so close to his he could feel you breaths, slowly becoming steadier, wash over his face. 

“Aki…”

“Hmm?” You had pulled him from his thoughts. He was grateful that you had because the tears that had been welling up were threatening to fall. 

“Thank you.” You placed your hand gently on top of his. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

He didn’t reply, just closed his eyes and nodded. Dead. You would have died. He would have never been able to do this if you had -- to be this close to you. His heart raced again, like it had when he had seen you crumpled up in debris after being thrown to the ground by a devil. He should have never let you come. He should have told you to sit today out. 

“Do you think…” you stumbled for words. Ever since you had joined division four you had fought off feelings you were sure you shouldn’t have. Feelings that certainly would interfere with your work — that were interfering with your work. Feelings that now you just couldn’t hold back. Not when you had almost died. Not when the man you had not been able to get out of your mind had saved you. Not when his hand was on your face, body almost pressed against yours. And certainly not when the clamoring outside made it seem like at any moment your hiding spot would be found out. 

“Do I think what?” 

“Do you think…” Your heart was in your throat, your eyesight started to blur. Blur, why was it blurring? The proximity of Aki to you? The feeling of his fingers on your face? Or perhaps something different? You tried to focus on the words you were trying so hard to force out. Do you think I could kiss you. You repeated it over and over in your head but the blur in your vision only got worse. Made you feel woozy. Kiss you. Please. Your body felt weak – not weak like it had when you had shoved yourselves in the cramped little room, weak like you couldn’t stop your shaking legs from giving out. Weak like your whole body threatened to crumple into a heap.

“Hey, hey!” Aki was quick to grab your shoulders as your body fell on him. He slid down onto the floor with you in his arms. “Please tell me you’re awake. Please…” he felt desperate. He was desperate. You had to be ok. You had no choice.

You mumbled something as your vision came back to you, as you found yourself resting on the chest of the man who had dragged you into the small little room you were crammed into, as the light above flickered endlessly. He pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “You have to make it ok? I can’t live without you.” He pressed his face into your head, breathing in deep. Terrified that perhaps this time would be like all the others – only somehow worse. That he had saved you, pulled you from certain death, only to lose you in the safety of the little closet that just wasn't quite big enough for the two of you. “It’s enough ok? You can’t die. I’ve lost enough.” 

The amount of effort you used to lift your head felt unparalleled, as if it was the hardest feat you would ever have to accomplish. Lifting your head, trying desperately to stay there, stay with him. You were met with tears falling down his cheeks – Aki was crying. Stifling every single noise, holding back the sobs he was sure would come if he just let go for a second.

“Do you think we could kiss?” You finally got the words out. Your head was woozy, your eyes blurring, words certainly slurred – but you had said them. You had finally asked what you had been dying to ask since the moment you had met him. 

“W-what?” He stared at you for a brief moment before he could hold back no longer. He sobbed. Tears ran down his face as his body heaved. You were ok. You were ok and you were asking the most ridiculous question you could have ever asked. The last thing he had expected to come from you. The last thing he had expected to come from you as you lay half unconscious in his arms.

“T-that a no?” You tried to smile. You were sure it was crooked, sure that even in the flickering light of that room your smile looked forced. It was forced. The pain, the nausea, the damn flickering lights, how could you smile? You placed a shaking hand onto his face and wiped away a tear. “Sorry I jus-”

Your words stopped by Aki’s lips pressed hard against yours. Dry, rough, and cracked, but somehow nothing had ever felt better. He tried to pull away, but the moment his body shifted you placed a shaking hand on the back of his neck. Slid it up through his messy hair – half fallen out of his ponytail. It was as soft as you had imagined it to be, even knotted and certainly covered with dried blood. The taste of his tears overwhelmed you as he deepened the kiss, as he pressed his lips harder into yours, as he slid his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was only broken by the falling of an item somewhere out in the building. A small reminder that you were indeed not safe, not here. This room could quickly become your tomb if the two of you lost focus. 

“Are we going to be ok?” You weren’t sure and honestly neither was he. Perhaps you two had found this hiding spot and it would save you. Perhaps it was only a temporary reprieve and soon enough the devils you had been running from would be quick on your heels, desperately trying to claw down the door. Desperately trying to finish what they had started.

“Maybe.” Aki knew that was a lie. They would find you there, of course they would. Your scent wasn’t hard to find, especially now. There was no use telling you though, you had known. There was also no use in trying to move forward. Neither of you could run – the settling down of your heart beats, the adrenaline leaving your bodies – you were both in pain. Running any more than you had already was seemingly out of the question. You’d have to hope that someone else was going to take care of the devils, that someone else was out there having more success than the two of you had found.

He pulled you into another kiss before any more words could be said. Before the thought that the two of you might not make it out of there alive was put into words. You were quickly straddling him, the radiating pain in every extremity being dulled by the ache of need. The ache of finally having the man you had desired for so long pressed against you. You tangled your fingers with his hair and pulled gently. Something you had dreamed of. The gasp he let out was everything you had thought it would be – no, it was far better. Aki untucked your shirt and pressed his hands against the soft skin of your back. His lips stopped as he took in the warmth, as he let himself melt into the feeling of you. Soft skin, soft lips, soft breaths. Soft whines of 'Please Aki?' 

Your whine of his name was everything he had dreamed himself – your soft desperate plea for him.

He dragged his lips down your jaw to your ear. “I… I love you.” He said it. He had finally said the words he had been dying to say. The warmth of his hot breath, of the weight of his words, sent a shiver through you. Sent waves of life through you.

“I love you, Aki.” The pain was seemingly gone – replaced with a burning need to be as close to him as possible, to be his.

Another crash outside startled the two of you from the moment you were allowing yourselves to be trapped in. You jumped and gripped him hard. They were closer weren’t they? They were coming closer every moment. And yet all you and Aki could do was pull closer together, was slowly push your hands under each other's clothes. 

“If I die here with you, I’m happy.” A crash, somehow closer, pushed his hand into your pants. You gasped. His words. His hand. You would die happy too.

Aki slid a finger up and down your slick folds as his lips found your pulse. He kept them there, feeling your heart beat against them as he pressed a finger, then two, into your soaked cunt. “S’wet, my love. I had no idea.” His mind swam, he had waited too long. Too fucking long. And now his fingers were buried in your cunt, curling into your sweet spot, pulling the most beautiful whines he thought he had ever heard. 

“A-aki. Feels so good.” You would have been kicking yourself for waiting this long if it weren’t for the way his mouth was sucking on your throat and the way the heel of his palm pressed into your throbbing clit and he pushed his fingers in and out of you. 

“Sound so pretty, sweetheart. Sound so fuckin pretty.” Every push of his fingers had a new moan leaving you that somehow seemed prettier than the last. “Baby… baby I-“ you cut him off though, finding his lips pressing roughly into them. His hand stopped, losing his ability to do anything other than fall into the sweet taste of you. Your soft lip, your warm tongue, your racing heart beat. No longer racing from fear, but racing for him. Racing from this — his body against yours, fingers inside you, racing all because of him. He should never have waited this long. The nights you could have had. His time was so limited, but he could have fucking spent every moment with you. Now though, now if the two of you somehow made it home safe, he would never let you go. He was sure if it. Not when you felt and tasted and sounded this good. This delicious.

“Take me Aki, please?” You had barely pulled your lips from him, still grazing the chapped and peeling skin. “I…I don’t want to wait anymore.” Not when we could die. The rest of the sentence you couldn’t bare to speak, to put the words out there. To make the situation more real than it already was. He knew though, he knew the rest of that sentence — he completed it in his own mind. 

He nodded and pulled his hand from your pants. He started to stand up, slowly, helping you with him. When he was sure you were steady, he leaned into another kiss as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Thick, hard, and dripping with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, ran your thumb against the tip and spread the it -- he whimpered at the touch. Everything he had wanted. Well, soon to be everything. 

He helped slid your pants down, just enough, just in case you needed to leave in a rush. “Gonna lift ya, ok?” His voice wavered, from anxiety or fear or pure need you weren’t sure, but you leaned into him as he slid his arms under your legs and lifted you. He moved closer, pressing you hard between his body and the wall you had been resting against. Your legs almost touching the opposite wall — the room almost too small for this, too small for anything other than a couple crammed into a corner waiting for death to come and take them.  

You wrapped your arms around Aki’s neck as he slid his cock against your dripping folds. Groaning softly as he did, his eyes screwed shut already. 

More noises down the hall and his eyes were open. Beautiful and blue and looking directly into yours. Asking without the words leaving him. You pressed your lips into his in reply. You needed him.

He pressed into you agonizingly slow. His cock stretching you centimeter by centimeter. Even with the fear of being found, of losing everything, he didn’t want to rush this. Not this. Not the first time he pushed into your cunt, not the first time he could be one with you. He couldn’t rush what he had dreamed about for so long. 

The burning stretch of his cock had you pressing your head back against the wall. Had your tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping tighter than you had expected. Everything. It was everything you had ever wanted. When his hips finally met yours you both let out a sigh. Finally.

“Y-you ok, my love?” He could barely get the words out. But you couldn’t even respond. You pressed your hips against his and nodded. More. You had wanted to say more, but the pain and pleasure was overwhelming. 

His lips met yours as he dragged his cock in and out of you slowly. His mouth muffled the moans that you couldn’t hold back. His pace was slow as he moved. Savoring every single second of this — of being buried deep inside you. You pulled your mouth from his with a gasp. Aki had shifted your body, and from the movement of your broken body and his cock hitting that much deeper, had you seeing stars.

“A-aki!” You tried to not moan his name as loud as you did, but the force of his cock kissing your cervix threw you over the edge. He picked up speed in response, dying to hear his name fall from your lips more, louder, and lewder. You, of course, couldn't hold back. 

“Love you s‘much.” He stuttered the words as he slammed himself in and out of you, as his cock bullied itself harder and harder against your cervix. “Love you more than anything.”

He pressed his lips to yours, then moved down your jaw, wet hot open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of saliva down your neck and back up. “We… We make it out of this…”

“All yours Aki” the words a breathy moan. “Yours.”

Mine. The thought was too much, the feeling of your soaked cunt gripping him tight was too much. The way I love you Aki fell from your lips over and over was certainly too much. 

He tried to keep his eyes open, desperately. He wanted to see your face as he made his way to your clit, puffy and throbbing, begging for attention. He rubbed gentle circles into you, that soon became faster and faster as he chased his own high.

Your words faltered and were replaced by whines and moans as your clit throbbed under his fingers and your body shook in his arms, as your orgasm hit hard. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. S’beautiful. Love you s’much” 

He followed you quickly. Thrusting hard into you. Your pussy gripping his cock tight, begging for him to give in. And give in he did. His head tipped into yours, his eyes screwed shut and nothing but your name fell from his lips over and over. 

You two stayed like that — his body deep inside you, holding you up against the wall under the flickering lights in the filthy little broom closet. 

“You… you are so perfect.” 

He could think of nothing else. Nothing except for the moment of the two of you finally giving in. Nothing but your sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

A loud crash outside the door jarred you both from the haze. He dropped your legs, letting you both rush to fix your clothing. The pleasure faded quickly and was replaced with the ache of your body again as more crashing and yelling came from down the hall. Fuck.

“I love you. No matter what happens.” Aki gripped your hand tight. “I’ve always loved you. From the moment we met. Ok?” 

You nodded. You wanted to tell him the same. That he was all you had ever wanted, ever needed. But before you could get the words out the door swung open with a loud crash. 

“HUMANS ARE SUCH COWARDS! THE MIGHTY POWER IS HERE TO SAVE YOU WEAK HUMANS.”

Origin Story

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

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➪ wc: 8k+ || minors DNI!!! (NSFW)

➪ warnings/tags: TRUE FORM SUKUNA, two dicks, double penetration (anal and vaginal), monster fucking, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), tummy mouth (YES TUMMY MOUTH), corruption, lowkey soft sukuna but still very dom, overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, "daddy, master, kitten" are used, there is just A LOT okay? it’s a lot, but I write sukuna to be a softie so y’know!

➪ notes: hi hi hi, this is a repost because I deactivated my original account bc I am impulsive!!! I will slowly be adding back some of my favorite fics because my blog feels empty w/o them, but I also have an AO3 with everything in the meantime. I hope you all still enjoy this hot mess of a fic. okay thank is all, mwahhhhhhh

Sukuna was supposed to die alongside Yuuji after consuming the last finger. Nobody could have imagined the hell that occurred on Yuuji’s last day. Instead of the God of Curses vanishing from this planet at once, a goal Yuuji lived on to complete, Sukuna was resurrected and even stronger than before. He continued to keep Yuuji’s facial features but was reverted into his true form. You couldn’t decide what was worse, losing your best friend or gaining a demon on Earth in the process.

Sukuna vanished moments after his rebirth and had been relatively peaceful, preoccupied with better things to do. Those things involving you.

After awakening into a fresh layer of flesh and kin, the four-armed man carried you away without a word, ignoring your pleas as they fell on deaf ears.

That was four days ago now. Sukuna had located you both to a desert location, one that was dark and reeked of depravity. It resembled a vast island, a gigantic house at dead spot center, everything feeling artificial. If you were to guess, you were living inside Sukuna’s developed domain. He had an entire posy of curses to serve his every need and desire, and as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, it felt like you were in a living hell. All you could hear were the intelligible whines from the spirits. You could barely sleep with all the noise.

Sukuna crafted a cursed user who resembled a human woman to watch over you; her name was Kea, meaning “care.” She was, as her name alluded, a caring and protective curse, one who tried to make your room resemble home though you both knew that’d never be possible.

You hadn’t seen Sukuna since the day you lost your best friend. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for this or had worst yet to come. Regardless, you knew the day would come where you would have to face him again. You just didn’t think it had to be today.

“Is it too hot?”

Your dull and tired eyes dragged up to the voice, Kea looking back at you with concern, making you wonder if she honestly produced those feelings or they were bred into her instead. You shook your head, looking down at the bathwater as she continued to sponge down your flush skin.

“It’s okay to be scared,” she whispered, filling the small bucket in her hands to rinse off your back.

“Mmm,” you weren’t in the mood to talk but felt terrible for the curse, birthed solely to protect over you. An impossible task, you thought, the world could never be safe if Sukuna was thriving in it.

“Do you know why you have to bathe me like this? There’s a shower over there. Not to be rude, it’s just uncomfortable to be treated like this.”

“Master Sukuna insisted,” she sighed, seeming as confused as you were. You didn’t blame her. She was as new to this world as you were.

“And you had to shave me because?”

“I’m afraid you have a better idea on that one than I do.”

You tensed, hoping she would have an answer instead of confirming your worst fears. Already imagining the grin on Sukuna’s face as he offered you up to his “nobel” cause, slaughtering you like a pig.

“Do you think I’m a sacrifice?”

“For what? I think he’s gotten all that he needs,” she held a light laugh, but you remained frozen, feeling suddenly freezing in the warm water.

“Don’t speak like that. If he hears you, he’ll kill you,” you rushed the words, as your heart jumped at the thought.

“I’m a curse. I can’t actually feel pain, right?” Her naive giggles made your jaw twitch.

You didn’t want to tell her the truth. Reminded of the multiple times Yuuji and you watched as curses cried out in pain.

“Right, sorry. I guess I forgot.”

Your body was wrapped in an intricate robe, the designs seeming to have a mind of their own as they moved fluidly, the overall color a blood red. Fitting, you thought, can’t ruin a robe with a bloodstain if it’s blood-colored to begin with.

Kea held her hand on the small of your back, guiding you along the wide and neverending hall you both traveled down. Once you reached a pair of double doors, she held her fist out to knock, and in panic, you grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Kea, if I- when I do die,” your voice is caught in your throat as tears threaten to spill, “I need you to escape to Jujutsu High and tell them I was killed. I don’t want them to search for me forever. Please, I beg of you.”

Her eyes are wide as you let go and face forward, straightening out your back and taking a deep breath, knocking on the door yourself.

“Come in.”

Your body crawled in goosebumps, but you stood your ground, letting Kea open the doors for you as you shut your lids in anticipation.

Oh.

It wasn’t really a room, more so a domain within another domain. The atmosphere was hot and thick. Endless smokey red skies surrounding the one large bed in the center. The ground was layer upon layer of bones. You hoped they were just a quirk of his domain and not remains of the copious amount of innocent people he had slaughtered. You looked down, and wondered if you were walking on the lifeless corpses you would soon join.

Raising your head, your eyes zone in on the devil himself, Ryomen Sukuna. His presence was… Overwhelming, to say the least. His robe hung only on his hips, the same fabric as yours, leaving his upper body completely bare. His muscular tattooed arms were distracting you as your feet dragged you to him, so distracting you hadn’t noticed Kea left your side until the door snapped shut, making you jump.

He chuckled darkly, a horrible noise you decided, as it stemmed from a man who knew nothing but hatred and pain.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of me, kitten.”

He grinned widely, and you weren’t sure which pair of eyes to look at, so you focused on his torso, which had a horizontal indent you couldn’t quite decipher.

You stayed silent, walking as slow as possible, ignoring the heat that flooded your body as he stared back at you like you were his prey, an apex predator who was about to play with its food.

“You know, we’re not strangers. I lived through every interaction you had with Yuuji. I remember it all too.”

Your heart skips a beat, maybe two as you still, protesting any movement.

“Oh no,” his voice is slicked in sarcasm and taunt, “Do you still miss him? You’re not happy to see me?”

You huff lightly and continue to walk, cringing as your bare feet wobble against the shaky carcasses.

“Happy to see you? Forgive me. I just don’t understand how you jumped to that conclusion.”

He took a step forward, making you regret your tone, his eyes dark and intent.

“What a shame, because I’m very excited to see you again, Y/N.”

The way he said your name made your skin crawl as you looked up to him, finally in close enough distance to gain detail on his appearance.

You hated to admit how attractive he was. It was sinful to even try to justify his existence in the first place. The black ink that swarmed his body made you feel dizzy as you tried to follow the pattern, his muscles cascading and curving the designs. He was large and undeniably strong. You knew you had no fighting chance against him. Your technique and all the cursed energy that ran through your veins wouldn’t even tickle his stiff muscles.

“Yuuji really liked you, you know. He was always thinking about you. It was beyond annoying.”

He held out one of his arms, and you hesitantly placed your hand in his, shocked at the size difference. His skin felt hot to the touch, his long black nails grazing your wrist as he walked you over to the bed.

“He was such a pussy, though, would never admit to you how much he liked you. I despised that,” he almost groaned in annoyance like this was all some sort of game to him. “Always jacking off to you, staring at your ass when you walked away, it was pathetic.”

You flinched into his touch as you sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him in a mix of surprise and disgust.

“Sukuna?” Your voice was almost inaudible, so small and light, but the pounding in your ears disabled your volume recognition.

“That’s Master Sukuna to you, kitten,” he narrowed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up as you continued.

“Master Sukuna. Sorry. I just- I want to get it over with. Please.”

He licked his lips in a clean and quick swipe. You sucked in a breath as you noticed his tongue was actually two, like one large one split in half.

“If you’re going to kill me, just make it quick.”

It was his turn to be surprised, as he let out a sadistic laugh and dropped your hand from his as he held it to his chest dramatically. What an asshole.

“Kill you? Do you seriously think I’m going to kill you? You are so naive, kitten.”

“Then why bring me here?” your voice is shaky as you begin to understand his intent, his smile sharing all the details you wished he would spare.

“Well, Yuuji might have been a pussy, but I'm not. I hope you were able to cope with the days I allowed you to adjust.”

“Adjust? How can I adjust? I don’t even know where we are, and I’ve barely slept at all since we’ve arrived here.”

Your voice is too harsh for his liking, but your body screamed fatigue and drain, so he let it slide.

“Did Kea not make you feel safe? Was she not good to you?”

You shook your head quickly in panic, “No, she is very kind. None of it is her fault. There’s just no way I could ever feel safe here.”

A look of pain flashed on his face, and somehow you regretted the words, wanting to apologize but knowing he didn’t deserve gratitude.

“Where do you feel most safe?” His eyes moved from your face to your neck, making your shoulder rise in embarrassment at how intense the gaze was. One of his arms pushed it back down, steadying you before it moved the top of your robe slightly off your shoulder. He kept his palm flat on the delicate area, caressing it gently.

“Home, I feel safe at home. I want to go home.”

You yelp as you felt teeth bite down hard on the shoulder he was touching, drawing blood and making your body jolt towards him.

“This is your home now.”

You tried to move away from his touch, but another hand gripped your waist to hold you in place.

“I’ve always been fascinated by you Y/N, Yuuji may be an idiot, but he didn’t have bad taste in women.”

He leaned forward, making sure he had your full attention, ”I’ve always noticed you. I’ve always cared for you, deeply.”

Your body is tugged closer to him as two of his arms link behind your back, and the others push down the top of your robe completely. He exhaled deeply at the sight of your breasts, your nipples hard from the rush of adrenaline in your core, and you slammed your eyes shut.

“You have nothing to fear, little one. I’ll be gentle.”

You let your lids flutter back open, overwhelmed by his face and the complexity of it all.

“I’ve wanted you for such a very long time. I just want to look at you. For now.”

The hands on your waist lifted your body in the air as if you were utterly weightless, hovering you over his lap as his feet were planted on the ground. You rested your hands on top of his biceps, shocking him and you both in the process.

“Why am I so special? You could have created yourself a cursed user if you were so lonely.”

“Lonely?” he clicked his tongues, “Do I look like a man who could ever be lonely?”

“Well, you don’t look like a man at all,” you challenged, his two other free hands going to your face. One wrapped itself around your neck while the other squished your cheeks tightly together.

“Don’t test my patience,” he warned, the threatening tone making you squirm in his hold, “I don’t want to hurt you, so behave.”

You gasped out for air as he released his grip on your throat, coughing slightly as the hand on your cheeks fell to his side.

“Fuck you,” you spat in his direction. Your body was overwhelmed with rage as the hands that held his biceps were now engulfed in the blue flames of your cursed energy. “I hate you-”

He rolls his eyes as he shoves his palm flat onto your mouth, silencing your pleas, “Dumb slut. I told you I didn’t want to hurt you. Stop being so difficult.”

After struggling against his hold for a few moments, you stopped your fit, remembering he had the advantage in every aspect, and fighting would only screw you over more.

“You promise to be good now?” he prodded after noticing your submission. You nodded your head, relaxing your muscles into his grip, sliding your arms to your sides slackly.

Suddenly, you feel a tongue swipe your bottom lip before sliding into your mouth. The wet muscle moves masterfully, teasing you with its robust control. He watches closely as you let it lap around yours, instinctively moving against it, “Good girl.”

He released the palm, making you flustered as your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you panted lightly.

“Did you just kiss me?” You focused your eyes down, staring at your naked chest, at how his arms supported you so effortlessly.

“No, I can if that’s what you’re implying. I just wanted to taste you,” he scoops two hands under your armpits, as the ones on your waist untie your robe and let it fall underneath you.

You shut your legs tightly together, but he quickly opens them, moving you closer so his knee can keep them parted. He notices the trickle of arousal that’s running down your thigh, making him hiss slightly, as if the sight was too much, even for him.

“May I touch you?” His eyes are glued to your heat before he looks back up to your face. You’re surprised he had the decency even to ask, making you question if he was serious earlier about caring for you. At least to the extent such a cruel man could care.

“How?” you sound so pathetic, almost lost, that he takes one last look at your naked body before turning you to sit on his lap. You jump up after feeling two long, and hard clothed lengths press into your bare ass. Did that mean he has two-

“I never do foreplay, so you should feel honored,” his breath is hot on your neck as he keeps all of his arms to his sides patiently, “I’m going to touch your breasts first, is that alright?”

Why is he so polite? “Okay,” you didn’t like how easy it flew out, but curiosity and just the way his eyes pierced your body made you feel valued under his touch. He’d only brought you, of all people, to his personal vacation. That had to mean something, at least.

Two arms wrapped tightly across your stomach as his two free hands palmed your breasts delicately, fondling them as you released a soft moan.

“So responsive,” he praised, planting a wet kiss onto your shoulder, “Do you want to feel my mouth too?”

Your cheeks flooded with heat, nodding eagerly as you looked down to see two mouths appear on his palms, then latch onto your nipples. He gripped your tits tightly in his large hands, squeezing them while releasing a satisfied hum into your neck. You squirmed at the sensation, the tortuous sucking, the nibbling on your nubs. It was euphoric.

“Sukuna,” you moaned, yelping as one of the arms wrapped around your stomach was released, and he slapped your thigh harshly.

“Master Sukuna,” he reminded you, “I don’t take disrespect kindly, and you’ve already broken many rules. Be careful how you speak.”

He rubbed the thigh he just slapped, a tongue brushing up and down it to soothe the sting, the sensation making you shriek.

“Master Suk- Sukuna,” you managed, bouncing in his lap as the vibration of his laugh rippled through you.

You whimpered when he released the hands on your chest, turning around to pout at him, his eyes dark and lustful as he focused on your puffed-out bottom lip.

“It’s okay, kitten. I’m not done. We haven’t even started.”

The words excited you, but the feeling of the two hard members hidden under his robe gave a pang of anxiety, not entirely sure how they would be involved in this.

“Come here,” he cooed, his arms flipped you to face him as they carried you, his body backing up until his head rested by the headboard on pillows. He planted you down, your bare cunt resting on his torso as your thighs straddled him. You couldn’t help but notice how his two cocks were lying flat on it, poking your ass as he positioned you where he wanted.

“I want to try something with you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” fuck. You were certain you had said no, but your racing heart overpowered your mind. The man was the cause of your best friend’s death and millions of others. Yet he looked so gentle staring back at you, in admiration and amusement.

“I thought you hated me?”

His eyes still on your tits, the way they’re hovering over his chest, and he presses your back down so you’re flush against him. He groans as your breasts press into him, your faces close, as his eyes run frantically over your face, almost like he’s nervous.

“I should, shouldn’t I?” You're full of the same rush he’s experiencing, a sense of forbidden love, though it would be safer to call it lust.

“Did you like Yuuji?” his tone is light, foreign with how it hits you so smoothly.

“No, he’s not my type,” you’re staring at his lips, wondering how two tongues would feel in your tiny mouth.

“What is your type then?” he smirks slightly, feeling the mess you’re making all over his stomach with your arousal.

“I don’t know,” you breathe, dropping your head lower, waiting for his lips to touch yours. “I guess I like the ‘bad boys’. Yuuji was always… a sweetheart.”

“Bad boys will break your heart,” he chimes, full-on smiling at how desperate you’ve become for him, a literal monster in human flesh.

“You already broke mine,” your tone is at a hush, as you remind him that he was the reason you lost Yuuji in the first place.

You cry out as a tongue presses into your wet folds, arching back and grabbing Sukuna’s shoulders tightly as he watches in amazement.

“Your stomach has a-”

“A mouth? Yeah. It’s not convenient, but you seem to enjoy it.”

He pulls you back down, letting your lips crash with his, moaning as his tongues invade your mouth. His stomach’s tongue rubs up and down testily before focusing on putting pressure on your clit.

Your legs are shaking around him, and you break the intense kiss just to scream profanities at how overstimulating it is. Your hips are bucking to leave, but he has two hands there pressing you into the mouth, not allowing you to escape as tears roll down your cheeks. He has two hands back on your breasts, less gentle than last time, sure to leave marks.

“It’s okay, kitten, you can cum, don’t be shy,” his voice is husky and almost strained. All he can taste is you, and, it’s driving him insane.

“Too- too much-” you dig your nails into his skin, but he only takes it as an invitation. He removes a hand from your side to lower and press against your mound. His palm creates a second mouth, tasked solely with sucking and grazing your bundle of nerves, as the other tongue teases your sopping hole. It’s too tight for the large muscle to penetrate, making his neck twitch.

“Have you ever?” He realizes you can’t respond, too busy whining and crying, but continues anyway, “Have you ever- fuck.”

He’s cut off as you cum sloppily against him, tongues drenched in your slick as they continue to lick you clean, “Master, please,” you whimper with tear-stained cheeks. He freezes at the reaction, not sure what emotion resides behind your shut eyes.

You collapse onto his chest, shaking against it as his hand and stomach mouth vanish. He hesitates as his arms wrap around you in a tender embrace, an act he’s never done once in his whole existence.

“More, please,” you sniffle into the crook of his neck. He keeps his eyes focused up into the abyss, hoping you don’t feel the way his heart is pounding for you.

“Careful what you wish for, kitten,” he mumbles as a hand goes running through your hair. Every touch is as foreign to you as it is him. If you were any other woman, you would have been disposed of by this point, a quick and hard fuck that ended with a slit to your throat.

You shuffle your body up so you can bury your head into his shoulder, your mind too overwhelmed with the tingly sensation that floods your body to remember the man beneath you is the reincarnation of the Devil. Possibly worse.

“Answer my question first, okay?” you gasp as you feel two hands grabbing your ass, massaging them as one hand goes under your chin to meet his face. “Are you a virgin?”

You try to shove your face back down, but he keeps you locked in his gaze, “So yes?”

“Yes,” you take your lip into your mouth to nibble on it nervously as his hands trail to lift your hips off of him.

“I don’t think you want more then,” his voice caresses your soul with how mesmerizing it is, a mix of softness with a cutting edge of hidden threat. “Mmm, let me restate that. I don’t think you can take more.”

He uses his one free arm to remove his robe and chuck it to the side, your head reflexively tries to look, but he holds your chin still.

“Maybe another time, okay? We have all the time in the world here.”

He rests your body to the side of him, and you gulp as your previous theories are confirmed. Two large, long, and sinfully girthy cocks rest between his hips. They’re positioned vertically on top of each other, and your eyes drag down as they settle on his balls. They’re huge, making you verbally gasp as you focus on their shape. Like plump fruits, you felt an urge to suck for sweet nectar. Your mouth watered uncontrollably, watching as he let one of his hands grip each of his lengths, precum dripping down his shaft until it trickled over his fingers.

He rolled his eyes at how in awe you were, but most of all, he felt relief and security in the way your eyes beamed at his manhood like he was a god. “I want you to sit in front of me with your legs open, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes stuck to his groin as he began pumping himself, his hands veiny and grizzly as they move up and down his shafts.

You obediently opened your legs, feeling incredibly exposed as he sucked in a breath at the sight of your slightly swollen slit, recalling the taste as it still lingered on his tongue.

“Good, just stay right there and flash your pretty cunt for me,” he praised, his two free arms wrapping behind his neck as he relaxed into his touch.

It was unbelievably erotic, but you couldn’t help but feel selfish, moving to tap on his thigh innocently. He groaned at you, how you were shutting down his orders so quickly.

“What now?” His voice was thick with annoyance, making you shutter slightly, but feeling brave, you gently caressed the skin of his leg.

“Can I?” your voice is calm and yet obviously erratic, as your eyes race to find validation in his features.

“Can you what?” His tone softened, feeling more amused than pissed that you ended his viewing party.

“Touch you,” you looked back down at the slow pace of his hands, figuring you could easily do the same.

“Are you doing it because you want to, or because you think I want you to?”

“Does it matter?”

“To me, yes.”

“To be honest,” you scooted yourself closer, resting your legs to the side as you sat right near his left hip. “It’s both.”

You decided to test your limits, crawling your hand near his balls and scooping them into your palm. He was dead silent as he analyzed your reaction.

“So soft,” you crinkle your nose, then look back at him, immediately retracting your hand in fear at the dark look he presented you with. “Oh um, sorry I-”

One of the arms behind his head moved to grip your fleeting wrist, placing your hand back on him for contact. “It’s okay, just be gentle,” you truly wondered if this was the real Sukuna. He just seemed so caring and patient.

You nodded your head shyly, keeping eye contact as your hand replaced one of his own, then focused on watching his movements closely to mimic them. Your hand looked so small around his meaty girth and was a complete contrast to his calloused hands, so soft and delicate against his pulsing cock.

You leaned your head down to his member, swirling your thumb around his tip to catch precum before curiously putting it in your mouth.

He watched with anticipation as you sucked on your thumb, staring back at him with wide eyes and an innocent expression. He tasted slightly bitter and yet sweet, a strange combination you weren’t familiar with.

Not feeling satisfied by the small swipe, you let your tongue hang from your mouth as you gave his dripping head a tiny lick, earning a deep groan from Sukuna.

You slowly licked your lips, scooping any remains you might have missed, before leaning back down to plant a chaste kiss on his tip. It was a cute favor, maybe even a slight thank you to him for letting you live out your curious nature. But what you did next? It was nothing but pure spite.

You backed up, so you were sitting far away from him, his jaw slacks as he tries to comprehend what just happened.

“You can continue now,” you speak after the deafening silence has become too much.

“That was it? You’re going to stop?”

“I thought you said I couldn’t take it,” the grin you shot him was unexpected, catching him completely off guard.

You couldn’t possibly be teasing the God of Curses. Right?

You spread your legs out for him again but decide to add a new component, your fingers going down to collect your slick and place them into your mouth. You moaned around your slender digits, Sukuna still stunned and motionless as his arms laid by his sides.

“Y/N,” his voice is coarse, adding more heat to your already overwhelmed core, “Do not play such childish games with me. You seem to have forgotten who I am and what I can do.”

“Did I?” your leg twitches as you insert a finger into your tight cunt, one he hasn’t been able to feel himself yet.

He sits up, swiftly bringing your back to his chest, as he spreads your legs widely open, two hands gripping your thighs to keep them parted. His cocks are pressing into your lower back, the sheer weight of them enough to make you gasp as he pushes a palm into your stomach to keep you flush to him.

“You want more?” it’s almost a growl, like part of him was about to break.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

You turn your head at the sound of snapping and slight crackling, shocked to find Sukuna biting his nails down to the nub, spitting the black tips out off the side of the bed. He grins back at your clueless expression once he finishes the task, sending a chill down your spine.

“Just don’t want to scrape you, kitten. That wouldn’t be very nice of me.”

You gasp as his hand snakes in between your thighs, his fingers spreading your lips open as a mouth appears on his palm, giving a long swipe at your heat before disappearing. He’s holding you too tight to squirm, but your body shakes regardless, his fingers now circling your sopping hole testily.

“What a needy slut, getting this wet after you already came for me. How many times until you’re satisfied?” He collects your slick with his fingers to show you how coated they are, dripping onto your tummy before he shoves them into your mouth.

“I’ll be honest, I never really do this kind of thing,” he nibbles on your shoulder to earn a small yelp as he slips his fingers out from your lips, “Let’s see how I do, huh?”

He lets one finger enter you, slow and patient, trying to feel every ridge you hold within you. You press your head back into his shoulder. He tilts his to watch your expression as he curves the digit inside you, feeling your gummy walls cling around him to accommodate the slight stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tiny. I’m not even sure my cock will even fit,” he shuts his eyes momentarily, becoming overwhelmed himself. Drunk on the new possibilities he was never awarded while trapped inside the lighthearted pink-haired boy.

A soft moan leaves your parted mouth, your lips wet from your own arousal, and God, they look plump enough to bite. He brings himself close, his breath at your right ear as he slides his finger out and back in.

“Tell me how you feel, kitten.”

It’s hard to think when he suddenly latches himself to your neck, sucking and giving wet, rushed kisses and tongue swipes.

“Your finger feels so much bigger than mine, I-” you catch your breath as he presses his palm against your clit, adding slight pressure as his finger picks up its pace, “I never do more than one.”

He adds another finger the moment you say it, causing your walls to clench around him in shock. He hisses into your shoulder, “Gonna add a mouth, okay? It’ll distract from the pressure.”

You nod your head, whimpering as a warm tongue is now lying flat against your bundle of nerves, making your eyes shut as the mouth takes your clit in to suck and play.

His two fingers have quickened inside of you, the lewd mewls and cries escaping your body only coaxing him to deliver more, “Feels so good Suk-”

You stutter, correcting yourself, “Master Sukuna.”

“What a quick learner,” he purrs into your now hickey-ridden neck, beyond sensitive and raw, making you yelp when he bites down on it playfully.

Your hands which were previously squeezing the sheets, now move behind your back to find his lengths. He groans as you take one of his cocks into your small hand and give it a squeeze.

“Patience, kitten, don’t tempt me, or I will shove both these cocks in your dirty little mouth,” he warns you, and you gasp at the thought, getting more aroused than nervous.

You pump him in off-rhythm strokes, not able to gain complete control with him behind you, and undoubtedly distracted by how perfectly he’s finger fucking you. It doesn’t really matter to him though, even the slightest of your touches has him itching for more. He’d swallow you whole if you’d let him.

He can feel how close you are. It’s almost embarrassing how quick you came from his touch, making him tsk as your moans became whiny and high pitched.

“You gonna cum for me like the filthy whore you are?” The hand on your stomach rises as he takes one breast into it and grabs it harshly.

You can’t respond, too busy now gripping his thighs for a sense of stability as he continues to rock your world. He jiggles your tits in his hands, sucking in a breath as he watches them shake, not even realizing how you’d already released all over his fingers.

He continues pumping, making you squeal at the intensity, which finally catches his attention. He slides his fingers out swiftly, the mouth on his palm disappearing as he loosens his grip on you.

“Sorry, kitten, I got distracted,” his voice is husky and practically a whisper as he takes his drenched fingers into his mouth as sucks them in one go, resulting in a loud smacking noise from his lips.

“S’kay,” you breathe, turning around in his lap to face him, surprised he even lets you. You both freeze when your bare and soaked cunt brushes against his shafts. Eyes connected into a shared look of anticipation.

“Are you sore?” He grabs your hips to hike you off him, hovering you over his lap to prevent any more slip-ups. He’s too close to snapping completely. Too close to filling both your holes without warning and fucking you silly. Nothing is stopping him from doing so, but it doesn’t feel right, not with how you look back at him like he was someone you could learn to love.

“Mmmhmm,” you nod and plant your hand on his cheek. He stills under the caress but doesn’t stop you from brushing your fingers against his jawline. He lets his eyes close, allowing you to gently swipe your finger pads over his lids, “Thank you though. You were umm. Perfect.”

His eyes snap open, making your hand yank back, afraid you’ve upset him. One of his hands grabs your wrist, placing the hand that escaped to reside back onto his cheek. Instead of dropping it, he holds your hand steady there, creating an unexpectedly intimate moment between you too.

“I’m going to heal you, okay? Stay still.”

You had almost forgotten he had the power, only ever using it on Yuuji as he was too selfish to even think of saving anyone besides himself. You suddenly felt more awake and alert, yet soothed and calm. It was as if your nights of sleepless terrors were erased, giving you an exhilarating rush of energy.

You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help but want to kiss him as a thank you, as you swoop down to meet him. Your lips are eager against his, catching him off guard with the intent they hold, almost begging him to give in to your desires.

He loosens the grip on your waist, allowing you to lower into his throbbing lengths, moaning into his mouth as you feel the thick members press against you.

You have both of your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to stay connected to you, your tongue dancing with his as he uses one of his hands to grab one of his shafts. He pries his tip in between your wet folds, swiping up and down it to collect your slick, as you push down to meet him better, his hands stopping you.

He pulls out of the kiss, “Y/N, I am begging you not to do that-”

You take the distraction of him talking as an opportunity, his grip loosening as he is focused on warning you not to play games with him, that he can only be so gentle for so long. All caution is thrown out and burned as you press yourself down onto his tip, letting it enter you.

You shut your eyes tightly at how it stings, stretching you out so much, yet he’s barely inside you. The pain is soon erased, and your eyes widen as you look back at him, realizing he’s helping you with his healing properties.

“You fucking slut. I-” he takes a deep breath as he tries not to focus on how your pussy is trying so hard to suck him in, “I told you to stop fucking testing me.”

You scream into his shoulder, grabbing his biceps with tremendous pressure and need, as his hands guide you down his entire length in one swift movement.

“I’ll make sure you’re not in too much pain, but this will still,” he raises you slightly before thrusting his hips up to meet you again, “This will still be a lot on you.”

He’s right, it doesn’t hurt, but it still leaves you dumbfounded. His cock is threatening to rip your body in half with how it’s stuffing your tight hole, stretched being an understatement at how well he fills you. You can sense your cervix will be bruised by how easily he reaches it, how easily his swollen tip pounds against it. But, you’re not afraid. He looks at you with an undertone of softness you could have never expected him to carry, and his personal choice to heal you could only mean he preferred that more than an excruciating painful alternative.

He was a cruel man, sadistic and high off other’s screams of pain and fear, enjoying the suffering he caused. But you? It made him cringe at the thought. He would scream at Yuuji whenever you got hurt during missions, practically begging to let him take over so that he could heal you before Shoko could. Yuuji refused to tell you, almost jealous at how he was obviously not the only one to treasure you. Afraid of what might happen if you fell soft for such a complex twisted, and wicked soul.

You bite down on his shoulder, drawing blood as he continues to pulse into you, his other cock rubbing in between your ass as he does so.

“Such a good little whore for me, taking my cock so fucking well,” he rushes the words, too swallowed by how you kept tightening around him, almost making it impossible to move.

“How do you feel, kitten?” He’s shocked to find your tongue licking up the blood that blossomed on his skin before you sit up, so he’s finally able to see his cock entering you.

“Please don’t stop.”

God, you’re an angel, he wants to tell you, but he’s not ready to be so open just yet. And he notices how your body twitches when he calls you such degrading names, realizing you enjoy them too much for your own good, deciding to give you the ride of your life.

He flips you onto your back, not leaving your tight cunny unattended for even a moment, continuing to fuck it into oblivion. Two hands go to wrap around your ankles, holding them up near his face as his other hands grip your thighs tightly, steadying your body as he slams into it.

His other cock is poking at your ass, almost begging to get a chance to join, and he almost gasps as you speak, “Both please, I want both.”

He slows his rhythm, his eyes extremely dark as they pierce into your hot and heavy face, “You want to be daddy’s little slut, don’t you? God, you’re so fucked in the head.”

He slips out of you and hitches you higher up towards him, your ass now by his abdomen, and you cry out as you feel a tongue escape the area and press against you. It pries into your foreign area, making your hands move from gripping the sheets to your own breasts, needing something more substantial.

The tongue enters your impossibly tight hole as he watches you closely, “Sorry, doll, I don’t own lube, but this should do just fine.”

You gasp for air as the large wet muscle leaves you unexpectedly and is replaced with his second cock’s head as you are lowered to meet him again. Both now aligned to enter you as he waits patiently for your following command.

“Tell me how badly you want daddy to fuck you,” his eyes resonate at the beautiful sight of your completely drenched holes, so pretty and perfect, just for him to destroy.

“Fuck, please daddy, fuck me, please please ple-”

One of the hands on your thighs leaves to slap your ass harshly, “Once was enough, now you’re just getting desperate,” he smirks before gripping your thigh again, shoving his two monster cocks into you.

You’ve never felt more full in your life. It was as if you were empty before and hadn’t realized it. He rolls his eyes back as he begins a torturous pace, slow and yet too much for you to handle, almost preferring the relentless thrusts he delivered previously.

You’re squirming for him to quicken his movements since you can really feel his girth with how intently he enters in and out of you, every vein detectable as you flutter around him.

“Please, faster-”

You’re cut off by a hand leaving your left thigh to wrap around your neck, the pressure calculated not to cut off all air supply, but definitely having the intent to stunt you.

“Stupid slut. You’re going to regret those fucking words. I was trying to be nice.”

You scream out in a mix of pleasure and total shock as his cocks ram into you much harder than before, and he practically growls as he looks at your crying pathetic face. You surprise him when the hands on your tits wrap around his wrist, pushing them harder into your throat as his hips move at an inhumane rhythm to meet your fragile frame.

“You really are fucked up, huh?” He tsks to himself, “You like fucking demons like me? Your little cunt is sloshing so loudly around my cock I can hardly think.”

You shake your head, dropping the hands on his wrist to press behind you and lift your chest up. He notices the struggling attempt as your lower body remains in the air from his hands gripping your ankles, and decides to release them. Your legs wrap around his torso as he snakes the now free arms behind your back to bring you up to him, a steady hand still on your neck.

“Why the fuck are you shaking your head? You really want to lie to me right now?”

You were just adjusting to his rapid pace, and the switch of positions made all your work for nothing, hitting you somehow even deeper at the new angle.

Your words are a complete mess as you say them, your faces almost touching with how close he held you to his chest. “No, I- it’s only you.”

“Elaborate,” he tosses back, not wasting any time, but remembers you’re a whimpering mess and decides to slow down just for you to speak.

You catch your breath as you rest your forehead on his shoulder, gasping into it, “It’s you. I don’t want demons. I only want you.”

He’s glad you can’t see his face, can’t read his reaction before he slams back into you, returning to the previous state he held as his two cocks penetrate your abused holes.

For a moment, his heart pangs, almost bursting with your submission, knowing it’s not his body you crave to explore, but instead the enigma of soul that rests inside it.

“Good,” anything more, and he would break under your warm embrace, as your wrap your arms around his neck and look up to him with doe runny eyes and a permanently open mouth that screams out just for him.

“I am the only man allowed to fuck you or even touch you. In fact, even look at you,” your mind is spinning as the tightening spring in your stomach was already crushed after your first orgasm, and you now felt like you were stuck at a peak of a toe-curling release constantly.

“You’ll be my pretty little whore, won’t you? Say you will kitten.”

You’re both so overwhelmed that you both don’t notice how many times you’ve cummed all over him, as you’re never able to ride out an orgasm and instead held in the state of ecstasy endlessly. It’s not until your begging for his release that he realizes you’ve had enough.

“I promise, let me make you cum. Please.”

He sucks in a breath as he analyzes your blissful face, diving his lips to yours to suck in every single moan that escapes the burrow of your throat, captivating you as his.

He releases the hand on your throat to instead entangle into your hair, pushing you deeper into the kiss. Your fingers rake his hair before taking it into your small fits and tugging slightly, causing him to groan at your eager nature. His lips and tongue become feral against yours, his cocks slamming into you so hard your body shakes unremorsefully.

“So fucking perfect.”

He releases a deep moan as he pulls back slightly, his eyes steady with yours, as both of his cocks simultaneously fill you. The thick spurts of his seed are shot into you with unbelievable force and speed as if he was built up for years. Well, he was built up for years.

He holds you close, eyes racing around your face to scope your body’s current state, afraid he didn’t help you out enough.

“How do you feel, kitten?” The voice doesn’t even sound like Sukuna. It’s too soft and sweet. You pause for a moment to process the fact he could ever hold such a tone.

“Numb,” you answer honestly and nods slowly, waiting for you to give him more, “It’s kind of peaceful.”

He smiles widely before it shifts into a stupid grin, and for a moment, he almost looked like Yuuji with how playful and happy he looked.

“Sorry, was that weird?” You rest your head back onto his shoulder in embarrassment, but the hand in your hair moves to cradle your chin back up to face him.

“No, it’s just, I’ve never gotten that response before. Or well, sometimes a response at all.”

You should be afraid by the statement, as it alludes to the happenings of his dark and twisted past, but your heart warms at how delighted his face looks.

“I’m gonna slide out, okay? You’re gonna feel really uncomfortable for a moment, but I’ll go slow.”

You nod and close your eyes in anticipation, the hands on your hips lifting you off him as you wince, realizing he was right. You gasped as he was entirely out of you, noticing how much cum gushed out of you in the process and how empty you felt now that he was gone.

“Deep breath, kitten, deep breath,” he cooed into your chest as your lifted body allows your tits to be head level with him. He plants a delicate kiss in between your breasts before laying your body down onto the bed.

He stares at you for a moment, just taking in the sight of his hickeys marking all over your neck and chest, your holes seeping with his seed, and the innocent smile you give him as you raise your arms out and give him grabby hands to join you.

He lays down beside you, two of his right arms scooping behind your back so you can rest on top of him, your cheek pressed into his pec. You hum against his skin, your fingers tracing the black symbols of his chest, gentle and sweet as you silently praise him.

You yawn, feeling sleepy with how at peace you feel in his secure and strong arms, the other two caressing your back, carving out each and every curve.

“Suku?” The new nickname stuns him, but he refuses to punish you, not with how gentle it sounds, not with how much it makes his heart race. “I’m sorry I didn’t touch you. I can now if you’d like me to.”

“Shhh,” he rubbed your back tenderly, “I told you we have all the time in the world. It can wait, okay? Today can just be about you.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Don’t feel so bad for enjoying yourself. I might have even enjoyed it more than you did, if I’m honest.”

There’s a moment of silence as you’re not sure how to reply to that, and he releases a light and airy laugh.

“Besides, I’d do anything for my queen.”

Your previously quiet presence is cut by giggling at his comment, nuzzling yourself deeper into his neck from embarrassment, “Queen? I am not a queen. Please do not tease me like that.”

“Aren't I the King of Curses? What else would that leave you to be?” He twirls a strand of your hair in one of his fingers, “You truly thought I would bring you all this way to kill you? I’d say it pained me but it’s not off character, I guess.”

You tense against him, but his warm and rough hands massage the pressure out of your aching mind and soul.

“You want me to be.... your partner?”

“Yes, forever by my side. I knew ever since the day I laid eyes on you.”

Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest as you arched your back to look down at him. “Forever? Is there even such a thing?”

He nods his head, a soft grin on his lips, “It’s impossible, but, I should not be allowed to exist, and yet here I am. I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

“Right now I just want to hold you. In my own arms, not his. Please.”

You nod, blushing slightly at how romantic the criminal man could be.

“Okay, and,” you kissed his nose before going back to his neck, “Forever sounds good to me.”

He chuckles lightly, wrapping the arms around your back a little tighter to feel you even closer.

“I’m glad you think so. This truly is just our beginning.”

“Our origin story.”

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๑՞. OH, HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN !

YOU STUMBLE UPON THE ABANDONED CASTLE of the king of monsters, Getou Suguru.

categories. jujutsu kaisen ─ getou suguru ─ angst, smut ─ 5.2k words.

contents. obsessed!getou, reincarnated!reader, tentacle fucking, tentacle sucking, monster fucking, unprotected sex, bondage w tentacles, clit slapping, double penetration, overstimulation, cum eating, dacryphilia, choking, etc.

notes. i have fallen down the hole of tentacle porn. im unashamed and y'all are gonna love this.

Beyond the cascades of trees, beyond the bushes, and beyond the eerie fog lies the old and abandoned kingdom of Irashimura. Covered in vines that refuse to die, chipped walls in different arrays of earthy hues. With every step you take, you’re worried about the decaying structure toppling down.

You can tell that the castle used to be great. Your fingers run down the jagged walls, staring up above at the pointed arches and the most beautiful tracery your eyes have ever laid eyes upon. The intricate designs and curves were breathtaking. How could something as old as this last for so long?

Most of the windows were shattered and if they weren’t, the glass was cracking. Stepping on some of the broken glass, you tried to peek inside for a good look. Inching closer and closer, you were only met with darkness. Eyes flashing away, you swore you saw something slither in your peripheral vision. However, you find nothing in sight when your eyes trail over the same spot again.

Around you are towering trees — mostly dead and rotting. The only things that seemed alive were the weeds and invasive plants that didn’t need much to live. The night sky is unusually dark. There’s no stars peeking out, leaving the man on the moon to stare down at you with solemn eyes. He seems to be telling you of his loneliness. As much as you’d like to console him as well, you’re lonely, too.

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I’m Listening ; ♡

syp. You’re hanging out with your boyfriend and his friends, you’re a shy person so you couldn’t really keep up with what they’re talking about..

pairs. Dottore x GN!Reader

au. modern au/highschool au

genre. fluff, small angst(?)

warns. out of character(?) Dottore

a/n. thanks for 200+ followers! i’m sorry i haven’t been posting as much. here’s some Dottore fluff! i’m also trying a new writing style(?)

ex. soprano ; highest female voice type

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. . . Ever since you and Dottore started dating, Dottore always seems to be inviting you to hangouts with his friends. He thought it would be a decent way for you to get to know his friends and vice-versa.

Although, you were a shy person. It took you 3 months to finally confess to Dottore – what if you said something stupid or something they didn’t like? Dottore reassured you if you didn’t want to come along was totally fine, but you just felt guilty.

He probably promised his friends that they could meet you! He would definitely be embarrassed if he came to them without you by his side. You think he would look like an embarrassment- and you didn’t want that.

Besides, you don’t have that much friends. So maybe they could be yours. Giving it a try won’t hurt, right?

First time meeting them ; it wasn’t that bad. All his friends were pretty cool and chill. Ajax, the ginger hair with blue eyes, seems really energetic and wholesome – Scaramouche whose height is slightly shorter than yours, and purpled is quite short-tempered – Pantalone, he looks very smart, and his height is slightly taller than Dottore’s – Signora, the only girl in the group, seems to be really smug and has pretty features.

You were quite relieved after meeting them in person, you thought they would definitely make fun of you when Dottore isn’t around when Dottore first show them on his phone.

I guess this wasn’t a bad idea, huh?

A few months have passed, nothing bad came. Except until Signora decided it was a great idea for a sleepover, inviting her other friends like ; Arlechinno, Damslette and Sandrone.

You were quite anxious since there will be 7 other people in the sleepover, excluding you and Dottore. But, you thought the same before you met Dottore’s friends, so they shouldn’t be that bad.

And you were right, it wasn’t that bad. Here you are, all of you sitting next to eachother forming a circle, snacks and sodas in the middle. Ajax and Scaramouche fighting like little children – Signora and her friends cracking jokes – you in Dottore’s lap while you take a sip of his coke.

“This is getting boring. Why don’t we talk about something else?” Dottore sighed. “Well then, you big boomer, what do you have in mind?” Signora rolls her eyes, folding her arms. It was quiet – really quiet. “Hmm,” Damslette hummed. “How was everyone’s History test today?” her voice was very majestical and sweet. She could be a soprano.*

“Pssht- it was easy! It’s only about Liyue’s History and it’s God,” Ajax confidently answered. “It was okay. I just didn’t know the question number 15 which was about Alatus’ real form- i didn’t even know he was a bird!” Signora lied her back against the wall, whining.

“Well if only you listened to the audio i sent you via message-” “oh, shut up Pantalone! you’re so annoying” Signora cut him off. “Well if you actually DID listen to the audio you could've known the answer to that question, Mrs. Sassy pants.” Pantalone rolled his eyes, then narrowing at her. Signora could only scoff back.

The room went silent in awkwardness.. “I was only in the 2nd page and when i turned to Arlechinno, she was already in the 5th page! Was it that easy?” Sandrone laughed, “Perhaps you could say that. Although i’m not certain if i’d pass,” Arlechinno smiled. “Why not? You passed all the tests we’ve studied!” Damslette cheered - “Because she didn’t study,” Dottore smirked. “I caught her online on Twitter instead of ‘studying’ like she said she was,”

“Shut your mouth, Dottore. Why were YOU on Twitter? How did you know i was on?” “That’s because i was done studying, you dimwit,” he glared back at her. “Hey, hey! No fighting. Let’s just all agree that Arlechinno would pass the test whether she studied or not,” Damslette clapped her hands together, catching all of the attention to her.

“Damslette, you’re such a simp,” Ajax smiled innocently. “Be quiet, you ginger! You got detention for making out with the class-A representative!” she argued back. “Oh yeah? Do you have any allies?” You remembered. You remembered Ajax making out with the class-A representative, he had long brown hair and amber eyes. A lot of people said he was similar to the god of Liyue.

“That’s what i thought!” Ajax laughed loudly. “Actually–” “YOU have NO proof!” he smugged. Then both started arguing again, cutting you off. Everytime you try to talk- someone would be screaming or covering your voice. Qere they doing it on purpose? Do they even know you’re here?

You looked down onto the floor. Are they really your friends?

You start to overthink suddenly you felt a little kiss on your ear. You snapped from your thoughts, “Hey. Why’d you stop talking?” Dottore was whispering so close to your ear. “What is it?” ”U-Uh, i wanted to say that i did see Ajax making out with the representative but.. i don’t think they can hear me.”

“Oh.” he hummed. “Well, Ajax! You actually did make out with the representative” Dottore blurted out. Everyone turned to you and him, “H-How do YOU know, sharp teeth?!” “[Y/N] did. You guys just kept cutting them off.” he answered in a low tone.

“Oh my- we’re so sorry, [Y/N]!” Arlechinno rushed to you to hold your hands. Her hands were quite cold. “I-It’s fine!” you smiled.

You opened your mouth to say something but hesitated and shut it back. “Is there something you want to say, [Y/N]?” Pantalone asked.

“It’s embarrassing —” “Oh just say it.” Scaramouche scoffed, he looked like he just woke up from a nap. “Were you sleeping the whole ti—” “Shut up, Signora.” Ajax cut her off. Signora gave him a death stare, that didn’t bother him at all, but you laughed softly.

“Are..we friends?”

. . .

“Oh, of course we are! You got me so so worried. I thought it was something serious?!” Sandrone sighed in relief. “Of course we are, [Y/N]. If you ever feel ignored, just tell us okay? We know you’re a shy person, we just want to help you tag along” Damslette smiled, you watched the others nod and felt Dottore kissed your hair.

“Mhm. And if they ever ignore you, just know i’m here to beat them up, okay?” he specifically let out his some sort of scary aura to the others, but turning back to you. “Okay!”

The others just looked at you and Dottore. How do you survive with him? He’s so scary at times..

this doesn’t even seem like a Dottore fic anymore but slay