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suguru taking care of both of your holes ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ
there’s nothing suguru loves more than fucking both of your holes and watching you struggle to do so.
having your throat tight around an eight-inch dildo while he rams into you, feeling you squeeze around him tightly.
watching the saliva strings drip one after another and the sounds of your gargling and struggle while he continues to throat fuck you and fuck you from behind.
it gets him off in more ways than one. everything about this setup gets him hot; having you struggle is a kink of his.
“come on, you’ve done it before; just breathe through your nose.”
pushing the dildo deeper into your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.
the coating of your wetness is making its way to his balls, sending a warm shiver down his spine.
sometimes he had you deep throat him while you rode a dildo, seeing if it was easier for you, and it wasn't; you still struggled to fit all of it inside of you and then slide it out with ease.
making suguru push his dick further in the back of your throat so he can watch you try to focus on both things at once.
every time you stopped riding the dildo or meeting the rhythm of his dick going in and out of your wet, sloppy mouth, he'd give your cheek a firm smack to keep you focused or close your nose and watch panic fill your eyes.
“don’t pull back… don’t you fucking dare.”
leaning down and blowing in your face a little, then shoving himself deeper, your throat squeezing around his dick tightly, holding onto him, and the dildo inside of you starting to ease up because of how wet you are.
the slick noises of both your holes getting fucked are like music to his ears; he can go to sleep from those sounds alone.
closing his eyes while he continued to throat fuck you and soaking in the sounds.
every little sound your body made. your heavy breathing, your little whimpers, your pussy, and the way your mouth starts to sound after he cums down your throat and you start to choke.
squirming on your knees while you still try to keep up the pace and rhythm of riding the dildo, the tip of it digging into your sweet spot near your cervix making you squeeze your eyes shut.
there are so many feelings in your body that you can’t keep up with, and you end up squirting on the dildo.
suguru is holding the back of your neck and still driving himself deeper, trying to have himself slip down more even if it's not possible.
making sure he can milk himself dry using your throat one more time while he watches you soak the dildo again.
your bounces are getting faster because of how slick the dildo is now; his breathing gets harder, and the tip of his dick twitches a little before he cums again, his cum painting the back of your throat and slowly sliding down.
“you did it; you took both.”
sliding himself out and cupping your cheek and watching you swallow, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
Getting mad at husband!sukuna for something his mii did
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𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀 🌷♡ ͏͏ᅠsea monster!satoru x angel!reader | patreon preview
you were sent by the heavens to slay a trecherous sea monster. but it seems that his charms and tentacles are the real treasures of the depths.
cws. smut :: monsterfucking :: tentacles :: penetrative sex :: overstim :: creampie :: multiple orgasms :: clit play :: enemies to lovers
You had dealt with many monsters in your immortal existence.
"Why, hello there."
But nothing compared to the murky depths of the ocean.
Your wings were drenched. Heavy with salt. You hated it, any cold, wet thing. This was slippery. What felt like a hundred, slimey limbs. Locking you in a helpless tussle. Deep blue, and covered in curious suckers.
Another thing you hated, feeling helpless.
Crashing waves cottoned your hearing. The thick smell of the ocean stuffed your nose. The sky was a grey glare. Cracking open in small parts for the sun to mock you too.
"Release me you— foul creature!"
Your screech tore through the roar of the mighty seas.
His deep chuckle caressed you. Stilled the storm in your heart. Through the mess of thick tentacles, the torso of a man appeared before you.
Hair white and iridescent, like pearls. Eyes as blue as the sun hitting the sea. Enchanting. Sculpted by the might of the ocean.
The being crooked his head. Watching as your wings feebly fluttered against his strong limbs. "Sent by the heavens for little old me?"
He jerked you closer. Those slippery tentacles scouring you. Wound you up until only your head was free from their treacherous coil.
Up close, he was more beautiful than the ocean and all of its terrors.
Still, you stained his face with a violent spit.
"The heavens ordered me to come back with your head, wretched monster."
His smile grew, even as your saliva slipped down his cheek.
"Is that so?" His face craned closer. Stare hypnotising. You were warned about this.
His damp, white lashes hung low, and he whispered. Too calm for a creature birthed in the heart of the black sea.
"Well, I think you'll find that I'm wonderful company to keep around."
Even his grin was pearly. You were done for.
Wrists trapped behind you. One coiled tight around your waist, another round your throat. Your thighs clasped in their silky lock and spread open wide. Displaying your sin to the ocean.
Your slick mixed with the sea water. Dripping helplessly from your stretched out pussy. Greedily welcoming two thick, pumping tentacles. Relentless, greedy. Sticky with a mix of your divine cum and whatever monstrous goo oozed from him.
It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
"Say it again for me, sweet thing." His voice drawled on your ear.
"S-. … Satoru."
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“What do you mean she won’t eat?” Sukuna asks, tapping the side of his face in frustration.
“Well.. we’ve been bringing her food.” one servant mentions,
“She just leaves it by the door untouched.” another one spoke,
“Or.. we find it in her trash.” The third one standing before him lets out quietly.
Sukuna groans to himself hearing the last sentence, dragging a hand over his face.
Moments later he bursts through your doors, your ladies in waiting behind him carrying his dinner, enough to share for two. Jumping at the sound of his rough footsteps you turn around to see them setting up. Your brows furrow at the sight, turning around the flow of your dark curls follow.
“You.” He points, “Get over here and eat right now.”
‘hmph’ you ignore him, nose turned up to the ceiling as you continue to face away from him. The next words coming out of his mouth in a more slightly angered tone, “If you don’t get over here right now, I’m gonna walk over there and hand feed you myself.”
Silence.
You knew he wasn’t going to do that, he wouldn’t dare. Your servants leave after helping him set up, and he just plops himself down in front of the table, staring at your back. The view striking enough to make him tug at the collar of his robe, your hair reached your mid back, luscious and healthy. “Must I really hand feed you in order to make you eat?”
Once again not answering him, he finds himself conflicted about how to approach this, exhaling deeply, “Hey. I’m talking to you.”
You act as if he’s not even there, walking around your room like a huge man bigger than your average isn’t sitting in the middle of it, trying to ignore the smell of the delicious food sitting on the table in front of him. Yet the smell of fresh white rice filling your nose only makes your stomach rumble desperately, sending you signals to pick up something, anything.
The corner of his mouth tugs at the sound of your stomach rumbling. He sighs, leaning on the palm of his hand, stirring the bowl of hot soup, “You know.. Had you finished your meal like a good girl, I was gonna have them bring you some sweet mangos.”
A very telling look on his face as he dramatically signs again, shrugging. “But, if you won’t even bother..”
“I guess I could have them for myself, you know they’re the sweetest in the spring.” he drags, noticing how your mouth is basically watering at the mention. Mangos are your favorite fruit, and he knows that. After a second of contemplating, you walk over to sit on the other side of him. Looking down at the steamed food, he watches you finally take your first bite of food in days.
Why you weren’t eating was neither here nor there, he’s just happy you’re eating. The two you finish the food quietly, and to no surprise you wanted more. So, seconds came pretty fast and you find yourself leaning back a bit and rubbing your very full belly.
A sigh, a smooth sound of how content you were comes out. No time wasted from him to have your treat he promised in his hands, the smallest, most peaceful smile rested against his lips.
“See. Look at you, feeling all better now that you’ve eaten.” he praises, sitting next to you as he holds up a fork with mango on it. ‘ahh’ you open your mouth awaiting for the very king of curses to feed you. Which he does so with no complaints.
“Whatever.” you grumbled, face full of mango.
𓂃⋆.˚ sukuna cannot sleep without his... lullaby?
it wasn't the constant, deemed annoying trail of thoughts of his teenage vessel that sukuna dreaded the most. neither it was his exhilirate behavior and overall sun-like energy. it wasn't his peculiar eating habits either, though he would have a lot to share about popcorn.
no, what sukuna despised in his vessel wasn't anything compared to what he truly dreaded.
he dreaded it as much as he felt it entirely. the absence of colors, images, poetry he could not ignore and realized, more like presented with a fait accompli, the abyssal emptiness of it all.
one he did not enjoy.
the one thing he couldn't manage without you.
sleeping.
unbeknownst to the jujutsu world, the imaginary fierce god with four arms and two faces who inspired terror and agony upon generations only had one regret in his terribly, terribly long existence.
"hmm-"your husband half mumbled, half whined, his left cheek comfortably resting on your lap, his additional set of crimson eyes, their beautiful almond shape narrowed from fatigue, searching for you. "-why would you cease your singing, my flower?"
the position you two were in only enhanced his pout, one pair of arms wrapped under the plush of your thighs.
you chuckled, surprised your husband even noticed you had stopped humming a rhythm nature inspired you for a micro-second. your left hand played with one of his pink locks and your voice struck him again.
like velvet meeting honey, like peonies blossoming. like a warm sunlight piercing through the winter sky.
and though he knew he was the king of curses indeed, sukuna never felt more blessed in his existence than in these exact moments he truly relishes.
a small smile crept on his features, letting the dimples you adored break free from his usual facade, a soft, content sigh escaping his lips.
"my only regret in this cursed form of mine, is not to have been blessed with an additional pair of ears."
the surprised giggle escaping your lips after arguing it was an absurd and ludicrous suggestion felt like a healing in his heart, one only you held the key to.
one only you could bring to the sweetest of dreams.
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the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
autumn harvest offerings with heian era!sukuna who wants to slaughter everyone, but your tea is more important
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the village elders are kneeling in the mud outside the palace gates, their foreheads pressed flat against the earth, weeping as they offer up the autumn harvest. they have brought baskets of rice, rare mountain herbs, and a single, polished silver mirror meant to reflect the face of a god.
sukuna is sitting on his outdoor veranda, one leg hooked over the wooden railing, completely ignoring them while he picks at his fingernails with a small, curved dagger. he looks thoroughly bored by their terror.
you step out onto the porch, carrying a small wooden tray with his afternoon tea, your bare feet clicking softly against the cypress wood.
the second your shadow falls over his lap, the king of curses completely freezes. the lazy, indifferent slouch disappears instantly. his four eyes snap upward, locking onto your face with a sudden, hyper-focused intensity that makes the kneeling villagers outside gasp in terror.
“you.. you’re late,” he grunts, though his lower right hand is already reaching out to steady the tray so you don’t drop it.
“the water took time to boil, ‘kuna,” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged right beside his hip.
sukuna doesn’t touch the tea. instead, he sets the dagger down, his massive, claw-tipped upper hand reaching out to gently, deliberately catch the hem of your sleeve. with a slow, unyielding pull, he drags you across the mats until your side is pressed completely flush against his thigh. he reaches down, his large fingers catching the small of your back and lifting you until you’re sitting directly between his knees, your back resting against his stomach mouth.
he rests his chin heavily on top of your head, two of his arms wrapping around your ribs to hold you still, while his other two hands casually pick up the teacup, holding it to your lips first.
down in the courtyard, one of the elders dares to look up, stammering out a prayer to the ‘benevolent calamity.’ sukuna’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious malice as he glares over your shoulder at the old man. “look away before i rip your eyes out,” he barks, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, protective snarl. he turns his head back, burying his face in your neck with a low, possessive huff, his entire face turning a dark, private red. “they’re loud. drink your tea so i can kill them in peace.”
a/n: heian era sukuna has a special place in my heart
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frat!kuna bagged a baddie who's got a lil kick
sukuna was tired of the bitchy girls he always had to deal with — wether they were from a one night stand or a girl that got hooked from his flirty antics, it always ends the same way — he rejects them and they run off to start rumors.
so yeah, he was done with girls. okay,maybe not completely, he still had some late night fucks after a party, but not without making clear that's where it ends. but other than that, he basically quit the game.
imagine his surprise when he fell in love with a stranger not even a week after that. yes, you heard that right, he the playboy himself fell in love. no less than with a girl he didn't even know before.
it wasn't an extraordinary day or night, just their usual frat parties where half the campus would come to drink or make out with someone. except this time, his eyes landed on a woman who couldn't look more out of place — even while being dressed up all pretty, a look on her face like she couldn't wait to get back home.
if someone told him that not even ten minutes after spotting you, he would have a conversation about how he had the perfect nipple atonomy for piercings, he would laugh or look at them like they were crazy. except this time, he's not laughing.
"i'm serious, have you never thought about it? they are like the perfect size and color." he's unsure how to respond — he's not even sure if he should answer at all.
"...no? i mean maybe? like one or two times." his usual confident, flirty voice falters, like it's the first time a girl talks to him without showering him in compliments. like he's expecting you to laugh it off and tell him you're joking.
well, you're not. "you probably should, dude. but don't let the same piercer as the one who did your eyebrow piercing do it. it's really off center." sukuna takes in second to replay your words in his head, and when they finally connect, he looks like he aged ten years.
"excuse me?"
you don't seem to notice his passive aggressive tone, or you just blatantly chose to ignore it. "yeah it should be way over here. yours almost looks like an centered one." you apparently also don't notice the way he genuinly flinches when you reach to point with your finger at the right placement.
he doesn't even try to look or understand where you're poking him — he's just looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. and god knows why, he felt fucking butterflies in his stomach, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.
there's just no way he, out of all people is feeling a spark because a girl is criticising his uneven piercing. he pushes the thoughts aside and a small smirk forms on his lips. "you know, that's not how i thought the conversation was gonna go."
and bless your heart, because you genuinly have no idea what's strange about this conversation. "oh, i'm sorry, did you want to talk about something else?" you sound extremly worried all of a sudden, like you didn't mean to hurt his feelings.
your strange personality doesn't seem to shy away the man infront of you — no, he's even more intrigued now. "how come i don't know the name of such a pretty girl?" it's supposed to be flirty, but sukuna should probaly have known better.
"that's probably because we never talked before. usually people tell you their name when you meet for the first time. otherwise people may think you're stalking them because that's kinda creepy knowing someone's name without asking y'know. but i know you're sukuna, not because im some weirdo who's stalking you it's just you're known as the community dick no offense intended."
the more you ramble on the more sukuna looks like any hope he had to take you to his room left his eyes. he probably should've known you wouldn't take the hint — definetly his fault. after a second of processing your speech his eyebrows shoot up in a mix of confusion and offense?
"...community dick?" his mouth open and closes like he wants to add something to his queestion but he has no idea what to say. the worried look on your face returns for the second time this evening, realising you're talking before thinking.
"no, yes, kind of? there's like nothing wrong if you like pleasuring women , actually that's like really nice of you, it's kinda empowering y'know like feminist and all."
any sign of seriousness leaves his expression and a rare sight for the fratking — a genuine laugh escaping him at your poor attempt of sweet talking yourslef out of calling him a slut.
there aren't many moments where sukuna actually really laughs when talking to girls — a charming smile being all it takes for most to drop their panties.however, it seemed like you had no interest in dropping anything at all.
except for your drink.
right on his bare chest.
it was an accident — truly, someone shoved you off balance and your drink spilled right on his abs, the sudden cold liquid making him hiss at the contact.
his eyes look down at his muscles seeing them drenched in a sticky substance, the alcohol making it's way down to wet his pants.
you gasp, hand covering your mouth. "oh my god — i'm so sorry. there are like no napkins anywhere near— wait i have an idea." he's about to tell you it's no big deal, he was shirtless after all — he could just jump into the pool or whatever but he stops dead in his tracks when you bend down.
right until you're face to face with his stomach.
he's about to ask you what you're doing — but freezes instead the moment your tongue darts out to lick the drink. "wh-what are you doing?" he sounds genuinely at a loss of words. you only answer after making sure no liquid would have time to go under his pants. "all good! your pants are totally save now no worries."
well he is worried — just not about his pants, but the boner he hopes you won't notice. he's unsure if this was supposed to be some kind of seducing tactic — but looking at your innocent expression he discards that idea. you really had just licked a man who you met ten minutes ago and looked like you had no idea how it looked to anyone watching.
there's a rare pink tint at the tips of his ears and he opens his mouth to say anything — but closes it once he realises he has no clue what to say. he also really doesn't know if he should feel as turned on as he is.
"thank you..?" it comes out like a question, like he's unsure if he should be thanking you. you're either ignoring his bewildered expression or you just don't even notice it at all.
"you're welcome. no prob." there's a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say until he breaks it.
"so is there a chance i can get your number?" to make sure you understand where he's going with this he adds, " romantically."
yeah he may have not thought the evening would turn out like this, but who is he to complain if his girl got a lil kick to her? after all — he still bagged the number.
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⟡ ݁˖cw.Boyfriend!Choso :: fingering :: p in v :: tummy bluge :: c-pied :: cum smearing :: choso has a high sex drive!
The afternoon sun filters lazily through the half-drawn blinds of your living room, casting warm golden stripes across the worn fabric of the couch where Choso has you now, bent over the armrest like you’re nothing more than his favorite toy he couldn’t wait to play with.
It started so innocently, just a quick coffee run down the block, his hand in yours the whole way, that low sleepy voice of his murmuring about how good the caramel drizzle smelled on your latte. But the second you stepped back through the door, something in him snapped. Maybe it was the way your skirt swished around your thighs when you walked, maybe the way you licked a stray bit of foam from your lip, or maybe it was just the constant, gnawing hunger he carries for you every single second of the day.
Choso Kamo has always been a man with a terrifyingly high sex drive, and today is no exception. His cock is already out, heavy and leaking, the fat veined length of it slapping against the curve of your ass the moment he shoved your skirt up around your waist.
Your panties are still on, cute little cotton ones that hug your pussy so sweetly, but he doesn’t bother pulling them off completely. Not yet. He’s too impatient, too hard, the thick head of his cock already glistening with precum as he presses it between your cheeks, grinding slow and sticky.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he growls low against the shell of your ear, voice rough like gravel and honey all at once. One big hand lands on the small of your back, pushing you further down so your tits squash against the armrest and your ass lifts higher for him. “Wider. Yeah, just like that. Fuck, look at you.”
You obey without thinking, thighs parting as much as the position allows, heart hammering in your chest because you can already feel how soaked you’re getting just from the heat of him. Choso tugs your panties down with two fingers, not all the way, just enough so the fabric catches right under the fat of your thighs, trapping them there like a lewd little harness. The cool air hits your dripping cunt and you whimper, already clenching around nothing.
His long fingers slide through your folds without warning, two thick digits parting your slick lips and rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit before dipping inside. “Shit… you’re so wet already,” he murmurs, almost entranced, pumping those fingers in and out with wet, slick sounds that fill the quiet room. “Did the coffee make you this messy for me? Or were you thinking about my cock the whole walk home? Haah- Good girl. Such a good fucking girl, dripping all over my hand like you were made for it.”
You moan into the cushion, hips twitching back against his touch because it feels too good, too much. Choso pulls his fingers free, shiny with your arousal, and wraps them around the base of his cock instead. He rubs the fat, leaking head along your pussy, teasing your entrance, smearing his precum and your wetness together until everything is slippery and hot. The veined shaft drags heavy between your folds, catching on your clit with every slow rock of his hips.
He tries to push in then, really tries, but his cock is so thick, so unreasonably big, that even with how drenched you are the blunt head struggles against your tight hole. Choso groans deep in his chest, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other guides his dick, pressing forward with steady pressure. “Fuck… relax for me, pretty. Let me in mhnph- you can take it, you always take it so well.”
The stretch burns in the most delicious way when the fat head finally pops past that first tight ring of muscle. Your gummy walls flutter wildly around him as inch after thick inch sinks deeper, forcing your pussy to open up around the sheer girth of him.
He’s bullying his way inside, slowly but relentless, until your tummy bulges visibly from the sheer size of his cock pressing against your insides. You can feel it, that obscene swell right under your navel every time he rocks forward, the head of his cock kissing so deep it makes your eyes roll back.
Choso’s free hand snakes around to palm one of your tits through your shirt, squeezing the soft flesh before his fingers find your nipple and pinches it, rolling the sensitive bud until you’re whining loud and broken. “That’s it… feel me stretching you out? Your little pussy’s gripping me so tight, sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go.”
He starts fucking you then, proper deep strokes that drag his fat cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing with every thrust. Your walls clench and ripple around him, gummy and hot, milking his length as he bullies that massive dick into your soaked cunt over and over. The bulge in your tummy moves with him, a constant reminder of just how deep he’s reaching, how completely he’s owning your body right now.
You’re cumming before you even realize it’s building, a sudden sharp wave that crashes through you and leaves your thighs shaking. Your pussy spasms hard around his cock, fluttering and squeezing as slick gushes out around his shaft. Choso curses under his breath, hips stuttering for a second before he fucks you through it, grinding deep while your walls pulse and cream all over him.
“Fuck, baby, just like that… cum on my cock, good- ngh- fuckin' girl. So pretty when you fall apart for me.”
He doesn’t last much longer after that. His thrusts turn rougher, more desperate, the veins along his thick length pulsing as he chases his own release and with a low, guttural groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your pussy, painting your gummy walls white. He keeps moving through it, shallow little thrusts to work every drop inside you until he’s spent.
Only then does he pull out, slow and careful, the wet pop of his cock leaving your stretched hole making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Strings of his cum and your mixed arousal cling to his still-hard length as he watches it drip from your puffy pussy lips. Choso strokes himself once, twice, milking the last heavy spurts of thick white cum straight onto your exposed cunt, watching it coat your swollen folds and clit in messy streaks.
Satisfied, he tugs your panties back up with gentle fingers, pulling the fabric snug over your cum-filled pussy so the cotton traps everything inside. The wet spot blooms instantly, warm and sticky against your sensitive skin. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck, voice low and lazy now that the edge is taken off.
“Better,” he murmurs, still half-hard against your thigh. “Now we can finish our coffee… unless you want round two before it gets cold.”
Your legs are still trembling, panties soaked through, skirt bunched uselessly around your waist, and all you can do is breathe out a shaky little laugh because you already know exactly how the rest of the afternoon is going to go. Choso’s high sex drive never really settles. Not when he’s got you like this, marked up and claimed and dripping with him. Not ever.
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[𝝑𝑒] :: true form!sukuna finds out his favorite pregnant concubine is injured :: tags. fluff, angst, reader gets called ‘woman’ :: ac. @/greybookman on x
you want that damn scroll.
one of the old texts on yokai lore sukuna left half-unrolled on a high shelf days ago. boredom and the restless energy of pregnancy drives you to it. standing on the tips of your toes, with one hand braced against the lacquered cabinet, you stretch up.
your belly, round and full at nearly eight months, shifts heavily. the baby kicks hard as if protesting.
“just... a little more—“
the wood creaks. your foot slips on the woven tatami mat and then the world tilts.
✧.* pairing: ryoumen sukuna/f!reader ✧.*
"would you quit it already, woman?"
you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. thick muscle marked with lines of dark ink rippled under your palms as you lathered more sunscreen onto sukuna's back.
the heat of the sun was almost oppressive outside the merciful shade of your umbrella fixed in the sand. if only your idiot husband understood that the very real danger of skin cancer did not make an exception for him.
heian!sukuna with an overly sweet spoiled wife ♥︎
sfw drabble, sukuna vv much loves you (ironic lol), fluff, highk ooc but cmon we need a to be a lil delusional in our life <3
he’s a hypocrite.
“‘kuna! look at those cuties!” you pointed at the jumping toads while holding onto your husband’s arm, shaking it; as the other held your waist, and the rest on his left. “oh they’re wonderful!” you let a giggle out as he focused his gaze on yours. not a single eye on anything else. it’s simply unbelievable and everyone talks about it. how did he, get such a sweet beautiful woman as her to be his wife. or how did you, the sweetest person anyone could ever describe, get the king of curses to be running for your very own heart. “don’t you think so?”
he didn’t respond, just a simple hum. agreeing or disagreeing, it doesn’t really matter. all he wanted to hear was you talking anyways. the two of you strolled through the garden that he had formed for you; and sacredly only for you. picked every flower that he knows you’d like, and designed it to be formed exactly how you’d love it. and those who dares to walk through this very garden, would not be heard nor seen that same day.
as ever since you, noone could came close into having his affection. almost like a cheaply made folklore romance story. the two of you crossed the bridge of the makeshift river that he carved into the sea. “you’ve made all of this for me?” your smile impaled him more than anything that ever touched him, “only the best, for you.” he said with a little more than just pride. “that’s so so sweet of you!” you took a small jump on the side to hug around his shoulder placing your left cheek across his, where he catched you easily by your waist.
he wouldn’t say it, but this is what he does to show love to you.
